"Sure the provenance is stellar: somewhat up and out of the ashes of hardcore’s best and brightest, SCATTERBOX has their knotty roots almost knuckle deep into the heart of the fast and frenetic Sound of 1981. Which is where it should be placed if you had any sense, any sense of authenticity or any common sense at all. So, there are bulls**t detectors and there are bulls**t detectors, and if you lived through 1981 the best ones are the ones on the sides of your head. You see the ears are what keep you from thinking [wrongly so] that any band AFTER 1983 was worth any sort of godd**ned thing. Like dirty hippies and old jazzbos trying to tell you that ain’t sh*t happened after Janis or Miles, this type of logic comes from the gut. But it comes from the gut because the ears are not listening. Which is why this SCATTERBOX sh*t appeals so much. It has successfully tricked the ear of yesteryear that it’s at Ruthies, or the Wilson Center, or A7, or Rajis. It’s distilled all of what was cool about hearing this sh*t for the first time and managed to not make you feel bad about it THIS time. Fu**ing real deal? Godd**ned right. Hardcore the way hardcore was played when it meant something to play it. We love these fu**ing guys. And you should too." --EUGENE S. ROBINSON (Whipping Boy, Bunuel, Oxbow, Author)