It’s over almost before it’s begun at a ripping 16 minutes, but Red Death’s brief yet triumphant Permanent Exile just pummels you repeatedly and leaves you wanting more.
Thunderous east-coast metallic chugs mixed with distinctly Bay Area Thrash groove, it never outstays it’s welcome. It storms into the ring, chokeslams you through a table, delivers a flying legdrop from the turnbuckle and pins you bloodied and unconscious. Bah gawd!
Eat it.










