The angst and energy emoting from Code Red Riot’s debut album Mask is just enough to get any metal fan excited about the future of the genre. Crisp vocals, fried guitar riffs, and headache heavy drums are all standard in this album. There’s a formula to be followed in order to contain the monstrous energy of frontman Corky Gainsford, but it’s hard to keep him caged. Mask is packed full of greedy tracks that’s bound to be blasted through a Milwaukee Radio on every jobsite.

Some of the records I post here are unjustifiably obscure, while others are just obscure–this one falls into the latter category. However, once again I didn't have time to rip a new record (it takes time once you take into account the de-clicking that I have to do) and so have fallen back on a rip I made some time ago and haven't listened to since, probably with good reason. (The record, again, comes from the WMUC library.)