A fistful of stomp and a gobful of venom?  Welcome to the uncompromising debut self-titled release from Plymouth’s Sneer.

Taut melodies skitter amid the filth-tinged waves of distortion, while the rhythmically barked vocals lock-in with a rhythm section that positively bristles with a menacing swagger.  Flares of dissonant electronics intersperse the tracks, serving only to amplify the intensity of the onslaught as it mercilessly resumes its confrontation with the decaying world around us.

The sheer energy levels that fuel the ten tracks recall the breathless intensity and boisterous bounce of Exit Order but with the added burly velocity of say, The Flex.  It is an enticing combination and one that lands with a particular vigour on the barrelling Second Son and the discordant fervour of Psychic Psychosis, before the more melodically expansive closer Cattle Prod.