Blackened, dirty rockin hardcore punk straight out of the loonie bins of montreal. GAZM delivers only the most crashing beats, only the grimmest riffs in old school hardcore punk and the craziest fucking vocals in the americas right now.
With metaphores so dark you don't even want to touch them with a ten yard pole, (ex. "There's reasons on thousand dirty beaches, and there's reasons why you're never gonna them") and a freak accident under the name of "Bad Bill" on vocals you can't go wrong.
This is where it all began, this is where it all will end.