We are in 1990, Helmet, led by Page Hamilton, after practicing noise in Glenn Branca's Sick Ensembles, releases its first and never again equaled masterpiece, "Strap It On".

Everything blends perfectly, the adrenaline and subversive charge of tracks like "Rude" and "FBLA" reach the peaks of a music without pauses, a significant demonstration of power and an overload of negative energy.
Sequence of feedback planed into noise follow each other in discharges of decibels in constant evolution, forming an impenetrable wall in which one can drown.

Leading it all is Hamilton's junkie voice, which will never again reach such atrocities in subsequent albums. Big Black and Unsane as terms of comparison, strong doses of hardcore and noise, superhuman cadences, and more make this album a caterpillar of desolate alienation. There is no melody, there is no light suddenly turning on, there is no lifeline to cling to. Only darkness.

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