Thick, raw cuts of lean and bloody animal flesh meat. The cheap stuff, probably on Ralphs Club, possibly crawling with microscopic vermin. The Unseen album is full of this metaphorically mansoned meat, cut with keen precision, and still dripping bodily humors. Their hardy guitar blasts, pummeling guitar lines and shouted call and response vocals come together to form a heady concoction of punk rock innuendo. Broken down rocket ships like “Your Failure is My Revenge” charge hard on the back of driving guitar beatdowns and punctuating guttural vocal hubris. A meaty treat for those who live their mignon less than filet and their punk done dirt cheap.