At a time when even Agnostic Front cant seem to get their meathead hardcore sound back together again (c’mon? Dead Yuppies? Lame, but at least theyve never had a problem with the meathead partjust listen to Roger Mirets solo album), along comes Murder Weapon with all of the anger, piss and venom of One Voice plus a few pounds of guitar chunk.
Searing with the heated attack that only a hungry young band can offer, this band pummels all opposition via their old school New York sound. Naturally, its packed to the tits with circle pit breakdowns and chant-a-longs so were all gonna get hooked inevitably. The best part about this album: it means theres someone new to pass the hardcore torch to. We dont have to leave everything in Madballs hand to fuck up.