This isn't a music review so much as it is a warning. Apes of Wrath have undertaken to redefine the term 'niche audience'. Their music, while not abhorrent, is clearly packaged to sell a minimum number of records to the fewest number of listeners. I think they actually put a great deal of thought into this sales strategy.

Why would I say such a thing? Other than me being a jackass, there are solid reasons for my conclusions. What we have here is an LP ('long-player'), but in name only. Not in practice, because in practice, this thing registers fifteen tracks and clocks in at a whopping fifteen minutes. Again: fifteen tracks, fifteen minutes. Long-player. I'll do the math for you: that's 60 seconds per song.

Have you guessed the genre yet? Yes, you have, because you're smart. Sure enough, these folks play punk music-- more specifically punk of the spaz-out, hardcore variety. With a dash of 'art', in that they're incredibly fucking pretentious. Mr Neutron plays guitar. Baldo plays the fucking bass. In a questionable move, vocalist/crack addict Brad Mowen takes ownership of the project and uses his real name. Vocalist is probably the right term for Mowen's approach to making noise, one which at times sounds like a small dog's cry for help. At others it sounds like a small Glenn Danzig's cry for help.