On the tail of their excellent breakout 2nd LP Midnight Passenger on Goner Records, we have a brand new batch of bruisers from Ex-Cult, the Memphis-based punk cyclone that no doubt has laid waste to a town near you recently. Chris Shaw lends a sneering, spitting toughness to the proceedings while the band flays riffs in loose, hairy mosh inducing menace behind him, touching on post-punk, psych sprawl, and early 80s hardcore while remaining beholden to none. They have the power to convert even the most jaded and bored concertgoer into a sweaty mess in the pit, Ive seen it first hand punks, scene rats, skaters, skinheads, hardcore kids, druggies so many disparate groups dig this band its like an MRR cartoon waiting to happen. This too-short collection of adrenal-enhancers are road warriors already the title tracks chants of trou-ble-finds-me immediately transports me back to their packed and stanky show at The Smell every time I put the record on the only problem with this sterling batch of sluggers is that its over too quick. Matt Jones, Castle Face Records