Don’t be frightened, ladies and gentlemen, I have merely displayed but a trio of phrases used by the dual vocalists of Northamptonshire’s finest noise merchants. Mmmmm, doesn’t it make you want to sing along. Hell no! Headbang away and you’ll be just dandy, though. If I was to make a cynical, jaded plea to the "masses of kidz" who just enjoy their music far more easily than most, then I’d tell them to “Stop listening to that ruddy Limp Bizkit and get this ‘ere Raging Speedhorn record on yer hi-fi.” But as it is I’m simply going to say that this is quality metal too.

I would point out the more affable tracks held within this gem but alas I cannot, and probably will never be able to, differentiate between the songs. They all bounce; they all scream; they are all *colossal *mantras for my very existence. And as for the rest of you, just listen to it. Before you start being a cock and automatically disregarding anything that begins with ‘heavy’, try to enjoy it first.