(review by combichris markwell)
On first listening to Trapjaw’s self-titled EP, I had to take a minute to compose myself.  I think Neil Crud had sent me this music in the hope that its raw cutting power would shear the hair from my head.  It had a damn good go at it, Neil, but my mane remains atop my bonce.  In any case, these German psychonauts have brought out 5 tracks of squealing, pounding sludge metal that not only slams out of your speakers, it grows, matures, and bursts forth from them, Aliens-style.  More