All Out War- Condemned to Suffer
Victory Records

There's not much I can offer you by way of criticism of this, All Out War's fourth CD in their decade-plus career. If you like the brand of relentless, apocalyptic metal this NYC outfit is selling, which falls in step right behind Slayer, Napalm Death and other nightmare shriekfests, you'll dig this record. If you don't cotton to that brand of doom, you'll find this record one long-ass headache. It's as simple as that. The music here is swift and harsh like a cudgel to the head--stabbing, atonal guitar riffs, and screaming so rife and dripping with pain, shit and utter fuck-all frustration that you'll swear singer Mike Score should be squeezing out little hoodie-wearing "children of rage" like Samantha Eggar in Cronenberg's The Brood. It's savage stuff, to be sure, and not particularly diverse--some neck-snapping breaks here and there--but look, if you want this sorta thing, you're not looking for diversity. You want it hot. You want it now. All Out War has it, so get it.

—Paul Gaita