Alternatively, this Richmond, Virginia-based quartet would happily school you in the art of old-school thrash histrionics. With such numbers as "Headbanger Face Rip", "Born to Party" and "Lunch Hall Food Brawl" on offer, it goes without saying that you'll need to embed your tongue firmly into the back corner of your cheek to fully appreciate the band's traditional din; but it does help that the music itself is significantly less satirical. There's nothing comedic at all about the brain-melting velocity of the opening riff to "The Inebriator", and with "Radioactive Force" nailing the Cold War paranoia of Nuclear Assault's _Game Over_ to a tee, crank this up and you'll be ready to party like it's 1986.