Wrapped in the searing red-line of low-end distortion, the dualic Pinx are entombed for the first time on polyvinyl. Even as a duo, the cavernous cacophony of their sinusoids are preserved; null waves of guitar shreddery percolate every trough and groove while a pounding machine gun fires upon skin-covered cylinders into adjective-oblivion. Dired-Out captures their corse ritual with precise dignity, offering two minutes of harsh improv before descending into a swinging western narrative with droning vocals and pulsating guitar rhythms, ushering our frayed minds into a static groove. They. Just. Wont. Stop.-Wierd Canada
