Borne on tsunamis of guitar malice, Leslie Predy’s gremlin mutterings harsh the mellow of the past year’s beach-tinged zeitgeist. Funhouse mirror distortion perverts carnivalesque hooks, begetting a potential soundtrack to Pogo The Clown’s ritual bloodlettings. The face-liquefying thrashery is referenced in the cover’s flesh-drippings, and Induced Labour boil it all down into a thick, bloody gravy. Serve hot on a bed of hardboiled terror.