The rumbling bass, lean but muscular drums and first clanging dischords of opener Moustache were like the first sweet nibble on a madeleine. I was transported back to the late eighties, closeted away listening to intense, arty hardcore and occasionally sneaking out into the backrooms of Nottingham to celebrate the likes of Nomeansno, Fudge Tunnel, Silverfish, the Electro Hippies - ah the list goes on. Happy days, even for someone who could never even stand upright on a skateboard, much less pull an ollie or noseblunt. Of course the tradition has survived, with a few bands determined to avoid the overblown straining that became the popular mode of expression in the wake of Nevermind. And Leeds' Kill Yourself certainly know how to do this stuff properly. The vocals, declaiming rather than screaming their occasionally pretentious statements over the spare syncopated rhythms of the opening four tracks, place them firmly in the thoughtful goatee stroking end of the skatecore world. On the latter part of this 7 track EP, with Computron 2000 and Binhead's Bad Ribs, they flick up the rock element the merest notch and these will be really filling the mosh pits near you when they come round the UK at the end of the month (though I shan't be in there - dodgy back). This EP comes out on CD at the same time, though it's already knocking around on vinyl. It's fine noisy stuff for lurching around your living room, hands clasped behind you back. Fuck Slipknot and Nickelback - this is the stuff teenagers with any brains should be getting thier hands on.