Probably titled as a nod to the band’s second album it can never seem to get close enough to for grindcore fans, the guitars of Lincoln Bowen and Troy Dixon shred all over this disc, conjuring the timing and counter-riffs of early Tourniquet. Rowe’s growls are tough and low (ocassionally mixing high and low, as in the title track or the pub chanting gang vocals of “In Garland Hall”). The overall mix, however, is a detractor at times, seemingly compressing the mids into the lows. Granted, it makes for a refreshing dynamic, though, when a lead break screams atop the din. I think the doom and speed of Scribe has just come the closest to Scrolls as anything in the Mort catalog.

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