‘A system that just can’t perceive you, Beyond mere commodity, It’s rotten from the broken promise, That all good things just trickle down’ (Manic Commodities)

This is the debut EP from Perth’s Gunner, who feature members of a myriad of fine projects spanning Helta Skelta to Gaffer by way of Semtex 87.  Sonically, the shortlived latter are the most relevant reference point.  Across the eight tracks, the band unleash a truly searing onslaught of blown out guitar, filthily strutting bass lines, and utterly remorseless drums, the latter balancing blistering pace with an unabashed love for the fill.

Meanwhile, the rabidly barked, echo drenched vocals drip with contempt as they dissect society’s unerring focus on reducing humanity to mere units of productivity, expendable fuel for the economics of greed and excess.  On side one, the swaggering savagery of The Bad Lieutenant and the choppy fury of Imbalance provide particular highlights, a gauntlet that the venomous title track and the bleakly surging Here Come The Warm Jets prove more than willing to pick up the flip side.  A deliciously gnarly treat.