‘Paranoid circus machine, maintain control through monotony, smiling ear to ear, blissful in your deceit, mass psychosis, menticide’ (En Mass)

Tallahassee’s Armor are back with a new six-track 12-inch, having caused quite the stir with their debut EP, Some Kind Of War, back in 2019.  The kernel of the band’s sound continues to be rooted in d-beat.  This is then overlain with a more fuzzed out groove that is in turn melded with stomping start-stop dynamics, and a healthy penchant for breakdowns of the most bruising hue.

Burly, guttural vocals explore themes of the surveillance state (En Mass), the dehumanising repercussions of militarisation (Fodder and Proper Treatment), and our ability to build our own self-imposed constraints (Freedom and Unlucky).  Stand out moments are, perhaps, the innately swaggering Fodder, and the more expansive yet still utterly bludgeoning closer, Proper Treatment.