Pitched to be listened to at an ear-bleeding volume and packed with stoked energy, Eye Flys take no prisoners.
For 30 minutes, the east coast-based quartet maintain a merciless intensity that grabs you by the short and curlies and refuses to let go.
The album takes its title from a spiteful schoolyard nickname coined for vocalist/guitarist Jake Smith. This is his sonic revenge on those body shaming bullies.
The anger comes through in the no holds barred venom of his vocals. You don't need to hear the words to know that the songs here are fuelled by rage.
The chaos is evident but precisely targeted. For instance, Nice Guy addresses rape culture and misogyny while Predator and Prey has military corruption in its sights.
Named after a 1980s Melvins tune, the Eye Flys members live in different cities but the collaborative power is plain to hear.
While the faint-hearted or those of a delicate disposition will be repulsed, moshpit divers, dedicated head-bangers and diehard punks can rejoice.