‘Won’t fix the roof, But they’re raising the rent, Bleeding us dry of every last cent, Give us the boot, And just lining their pockets, Won’t even fix electrical sockets’ (Landlord)

With two demos under their belt, Primitive Impulse arrive like a roving pub brawl of wildly swinging haymakers and spilt pints with their debut album, Piss It Away.  This is hardcore punk in its most primeval form – filthy riffs and an even filthier attitude, primed to party or fight, the call is yours.  The Cincinnati band do not look to disguise their love of Poison Idea, either musically or aesthetically.  They do, however, inject their interpretation with an unbridled ferocity and nihilistic vigour that lands with the crunch of a well-timed head butt.

The fiercely guttural vocals, surging riffs, reckless solos, and pounding rhythm section unleash a rabidly raw onslaught that slams home with a particular velocity during the brutal brevity of Landlord, the title track’s venomous breakdown, and the groove fuelled climax to Your Debt.  And beneath the belching belligerence is an uncompromising, clear-eyed denunciation of a society built on worker exploitation, consumer debt, and landlordism, a poisonous cocktail driving people to the very brink of their sanity every day.