Holy fucking shit! Here's my pick for shock-sensation of the year. It's not as if you're going to expect melodic pop-ballads from the evil masterminds of Revelation Records, but what Drowningman unleashes is not only amazing -- it's unparalleled in its mind-numbing ability to envelop you in a blanket of noise, then toss you into a cold river of terrorizing hardcore. This quintet really does have a mighty chip on its collective shoulder. Shit, with cover art that gently displays a few drops of blood and a dislodged tooth (root included), Rock and Roll Killing Machine intrigued me before I even got to the music.

Unfortunately, this is probably the soundtrack to the next neighborhood school killing spree; this dread-laced, sarcasm ridden CD is gruesomely amusing as it viciously tears another piece from the timeline of hardcore history. "When People Become Numbers" sprays a smattering of frayed, discordant guitar lines at you while overly hysterical vocals shave a few years off of your life. Lead screamer Simon Brody executes a brutal plan of annoyance with other superb songs like "Last Weeks Minutes From the Meeting of the Secret Society of Yourt Friends Who Actually Hate You" and the crafty ear-ripper "If God Loves A Winner He's Going to Want to Fuck Me In a Minute". Now that’s just brilliant fucking poetry there, ain’t it? After you've allowed yourself to be bowled over a few times by Brody, a more meticulous listen will unearth extremely complex and tight rhythms that embed alarming doses of distortion with the intricacies of math rock. But Drowningman knows when to lay down a few lines of power chords, too, guiding you down the testosterone-laden path of raging anger and spiteful remorse. That's right kids, your parents will fucking lock your white ass up if they hear this blaring from your room, so keep those headphones handy...or wait 'til the coast is clear and let the living room stereo roar. Rock and Roll Killing Machine not only delivers exactly what you’d expect from such a title, but escalates its brand of harrowing hardcore far past what most releases can manage. All I can do is keep muttering to myself in disbelief...