Shaved Women have finally decided to give the public what they’ve been frothing at the mouth for, a new full length record. Giving maladjusted hope to aspiring psychopaths everywhere, this fat slab is full of tasty jams. The distorted, buzz saw riffs make you want to carry around a knife, not a switchblade. The John Bonham meets the Incredible Hulk drums make you want you start a fight with a wall until you have less bones. The vocals drill into your head and convince you that they only way out is to slam through the ground tearing all of your friends designer blouses while failing through the wormhole. Simply put, this sounds like the tension of blood boiling after a car accident…if it was catchy.