As soon as you look at the cover of this, your early-Misfits orgasms return and explode in your pants with such fervency that you throw water all over yourself and hope no one asks. Barely any reviews online, and the ones that exist either don’t seem to get it or don’t say enough. Before you get the wrong idea, this isn’t horror punk. This is crust, from Spain, and that immediately means nothing. But Instinto makes it mean something. This self-released masterpiece came to us on CD-R, obviously for promotional purposes, but you can download the whole damn thing for free on their Bandcamp page. Instinto is to crust what Teitanblood is to black metal, or, well, without the shitty parts. See, Instinto’s got this crust concept licked front and back, down the crack, down the legs, all over your balls, come back for more even though you’re already married. Seriously, this reviewer has listened to this album at least twenty-five times through. In the car, in the gym, while fixing a muffler bare-fucking-handed because it gave the power to do so; it pretty much satisfies all necessary crust needs in any situation without tiring itself out, which one review suggests it does. It most certainly does not. If you’re looking for true crust, this is the shit right here. Rarely do we give out anything above a 4.5, but this one meets the mark.
Review at Deaf Sparrow Zine