Fuck yes, man, sometimes you need bands like Khmer so you can throw them into your friends’ faces who are always blabbing about how punks cannot play their instruments and how symphonic/progressive is the ultimate jewelry of rock, where all noble minds conglomerate as if they are some Neoplatonists fighting for the greater truth. Meeeeeeeh. In this split, Khmer proves that an intrinsic punk crew can produce an 11-minute song packed with momentum and nasty downshifts. Then you have Livstid, raw as fuck, crusty like a body found dead for 15 days in a warm sealed basement. Uh. PS
