Brevity is the soul of wit, or some shit. The Ghetto Ghouls get this. Their second LP clocks in under 30 minutes, but they jab quick and knock you out for sure. Everything after 1978 is post-punk, and like Gang of Four, Ghetto Ghouls realize that terror and entertainment are more or less the same. But instead of chanting “guerilla war struggle is the new entertainment” ad nauseum, “Hezbollah” turns the terrorist state/patriotic heroes as a twisted 50’s sock-hop, like marty mcfly hopped up on speed, blasting grindcore before skull fucking his teenage mother. Drink gasoline, hallucinate, and blow minds, terror is meaningless. “Planky” features a guitar line mimicking emergency sirens we all ignore on the road to damn-fucking-nation. “Building Problems” is probably about god-damn condos or holiday inn expresses downtown, or ignoring your bad habits which will eventually ruin you, but probably both. All the songs are the same, but they’re all great, so play them all, then knock your skull in with a hammer.