Pennsylvania noise rockers Air Conditioning waste no time in getting straight to the point on their latest album of guitar and drum annihilation. This record is heavy as fuck, there's absolutely no doubting that.

Things start out with the laying down of a massively thick bed of low-end static that doesn't let up until at least half-way through the album. At times you can barely hear the drums, they become faint murmurs in the waves of yelps and screams. All you're given is a destroyed bass drum beat that rattles your whole body through. The distortion gets as close to ?too much? as it possibly can. When the waves of static do end, something really interesting happens: the wordless barked Whitehouse lyrics are tossed out and the flogging of the drums disappears through a backdoor. "I Run Low" seems to be some sort of allusion to being completely exhausted after those first fifteen minutes of madness. There's a quiet drone that carries on and moves over tiny bumps and dips casually. Intermittent drum snaps and bass plucks begin. Tension is building as to when exactly the beatings will return. Rather than build into it, the song fades out. The sixteen minute album closer "Accept Your Paralysis / Cephalexin" starts with a typical feedback and grumble but rather than jump into the same old sound, the drums start with an odd, almost hip-hop beat. The track gives up the wall of sound and opts for a clearer song. Don't get me wrong, it's still disgustingly dirty. It's like a couple guys in a garage playing through blown amps and busted strings trying their hardest to piss off Mom. But there?s a certain clarity and a binding to it.

Fans of past releases will certainly not be disappointed in this latest chapter of the all too short Air Conditioning discography. It is a step-forward for the band and a great avoidance of falling into the group of bands that seem to sound the same after the first few records. 8/10 -- Jordan Spencer (9 May, 2007)