It takes balls to completely ignore what everyone else is doing and plough your own furrow. Following that logic, Monsterworks must have to push their testicles around in a wheelbarrow. This is absolutely fucking bonkers. A warped and wild hybrid of thrash, death and prog-tinged me(n)talcore, its metal made by ADD sufferers with strange and specious CD collections. Even ignoring frontman Jons unhinged vocals think Cam Pipes meets Chuck Shuldiner theres something unnervingly hysterical about these chaotic, schizoid songs. One minute theres a crazed, folky battle hymn (Triumph), the next its like a post-lobotomy Devin Townsend (Screwdriver). Fuck knows what happens when the tablets run out. KERRANG!
'Brimming with great and well executed ideas...catchy, very infectious and totally accessible. Jon's vocals are stunning...more soon please' -- Roomthirteen.com
'Possibly the saviour of British classic metal....a near flawless album. This band will be deservedly huge' -- Rockmidgets.com