What can I say without sounding overblown? The 7” equivalent of walking past a jet engine? Like falling down every staircase you’ve ever walked? This record, Heresy’s debut, reminds me of those poets who were unable to write poetry after World War One ended, who weren’t able to make anything of beauty, anything clever. Mid-80s smalltown England was full of horror, the world at large at constant war. Heresy’s output confronted all of this with no beauty, no cleverness, just rage. The songs are fast, violent, full of pain. Originally released as a flexi, this 2023 repressing as a 7” sounds better, looks better, and includes a poster with photos and info.