Slam Dunk is the kind of band that is out for a good time. It's out for stirring up some trouble. It's up for screaming at the top of its lungs. It's up for being snotty and obstinate. It's up for making the bats fly around the room, for letting the dogs bark at the ends of their chains. It's up for taking a punch. It's up for tantalizing the fire, for worshipping the blackness. In listening, it feels like you're delivered somewhere that thrills you, somewhere that you're petrified of staying too long in. It's blood rushing quicker than it's rushed in a while. Everything is flush with it. It rages like a flood. It's hedonistic, so gloriously hedonistic. It's seeing a huge cake sitting on the table and being torn between wanting to eat it all or dive into it headfirst and see what kind of a mess you can make. [Daytrotter, March 2013]