Review Summary: Remove this review
Edit: This needs to be deleted. I accidentally posted this under the self-titled and not Dying Breed. Please read this full review over at the Dying Breed album.
Have you ever seen that Tarintino flick, Reservoir Dogs? Granted, that's definitely an obnoxious, craft beer college hipster way to start a review, but have you seen it? You think about the perfect heist, the one that absolutely never happened in that movie. A good heist is short, shock and awe. Flawless. Efficient. Violent if necessary, or maybe even when not necessary. You have to prove a point. You come, you take everything, and you leave, all before anyone has time to even process what's happened. James Trejo, the creative mastermind behind this one man punk dynamo (live performances are done with a band), has perfected this method with horrific precision. He is a student of hardcore. This feral vision, Dying Breed, squeezes you for all you're worth and unrepentantly leaves you in a puddle of yourself, bleeding out.
