On Trust, Meatjack captures its live feel and in the process takes spleen-venting to new a level. Like the live shows, the CD plows through the tracks with little or no pause. After opening with a psychotic angst avalanche and whirling dervish, Meatjack downshifts into a sludgy dirge and leaden, death-march vibe. The CD plays like the score of some as-yet-unmade apocalyptic movie.

Oh shit! Talk about sick, heavy and dark! I'd say these guys are by far one of the most demented bands I've had the pleasure of experiencing in my own CD player! Again another band that's hard to describe and yes from Maryland! From the catchy kinda groovy riffs in "Falling Down" to the loose demented brain twisting riffs in "Lost" your bound to find something on here to scare you if not move you. Ok just get your hands on this CD. NOW!