This is poisonous, evil stuff. Shifting their Melvins-meets-Flipper sound towards a far heavier, constipation-curing (early) Corrupted-esque level, Diet Pills have mastered the power that a truly obscene, downtuned low-end can have, especially when coupled with riff structures that twist and turn in nifty ways. The five songs (in 35 or so minutes) feel drawn out to breaking point, like Unsane at 16rpm, but itís one of those weird instances where although the whole experience is pretty horrible, it is cathartically so, making you revel in the entire satisfying process. The vocals are unusual for this type of thing and will probably make or break it for you. A sneering, snotty approach like the guy from Circus Lupus at times, the desperate wails certainly augment the sleazy, depressed nature of it all.