I got a treat for you, boys and girls, a very special treat. Hailing from the gritty, fertile South, these Georgia boys (and girl) have created a fast, heavy, evil as Hell EP that is not for the faint of heart.

Machinist! plays an unrelenting, heavy style of hardcore that is reminiscent of bands like Harms Way, and a heavier Integrity. Starting with the fast, headbanging "Keys," and through to the last seconds of "Prayed Upon," there is no escape from their heavy reign.

"Keys" pummels through a minute and a half, taking you to riff central and back, and using (if you've been following me, you know this) my favorite hardcore device: FEEDBACK. Alternating between a faster punk beat and groovy downtempo half-time, this song is a kickass "thank you" to their influences, as well as a "warning" to their listeners that their eardrums are going to be ripped out and their fists will remain clenched for the next four offerings.

"Of My Tongue" features the vocalist of Sleep Patterns, one of my favorite active bands, and riffs through a heavy, HEAVY offering of faster, groovy hardcore that any Harms Way fan will eat up. The lyrics on this track suit the music, and claim the (unexpectedly) inspiring, "I am alive! My life is not in vain!" Right on.

"Tusk And Teeth" showcases the bands dirtier, faster side with an Anti-Cop anthem, "Cops and criminals cut to the bone... Fucking Pigs." 26 seconds of piss and vinegar hatred, spewed over breakneck snare drums and bleeding-fingers guitar work.

"Teen Wolf," starts out the heaviest, with evil, menacing sounds in the intro that lead up to the welcome groove of the verse. "Angels or Astronauts, it doesn't make much difference to me," claiming the apathy towards religion that most bands take much too seriously--a nice change of pace.

"Prayed Upon" is the most diverse of the five tracks on this EP, and a perfectly energetic closer to the album. Anti-Christian in nature, this song trades the subtlety of the previous tracks in favor of a more "do you fucking get it, by now?" approach similar in Literature to Vonnegut's or Flannery O'Connor's writing. To counter the directness of the lyrics, the guitar parts on this song play a slower, more intricate part--melding melodies together where there was previously only aggression. Finishing the album with the malice-filled, opposition of "Put your fucking hands down... Don't pray at me," this banger is a full-fledged assault similar to Integrity's 90s albums, or Weekend Nachos' "Worthless."

I dig this album a hell of a lot, and what it lacks in diversity of sound, it makes up for in the sheer, pummeling heaviness of the music. These Georgia natives aren't going to back down or play nice, so you had better get well-acquainted with them. Find them on tour this summer, and pick up their sweet-ass merch!