review of the album from the upcoming Blender...
Hornets of the Pogrom can best be described as a negar working assidiuously as four mexicans, bobbing and weaving in and out of rows of corn with sonic offerings of splendor, carrying bushels of riffs to Dwight the Driver who would lash his backside like the skin of a drum with a mighty thwack of hickory if the quantity were not to his satisfaction. The average fan too proud to pick cotton you say?!? He'll do as he's told if he wants his portion of gumbo. With skin as negrescent in tone as Susperia's clit blanketed by the hairy man flesh of Hell Awaits Us All's persian phallus, "Manacled Freightage" would be the dark beacon in the field of sloth. Upping the tempo for charred serfs who dawdle in the plantation of desperation. Lackadaisical lemurs who before, would refuse to plow if not under conditions of duress, would soon grab a hoe with a smile resting on their labia sized lips, with all thoughts of sedition quelled, in knowing that their alpha negar bows before this almighty melodic manifesto of unabridged apartheid.
10 out of 10 - Jason Cubiyac Blender Magazine Sept 07