The year is 1991. The line between alternative and mainstream culture in America is irreparably blurred- just as a group of Japanese teenagers form an uncompromising thrash band half a world away spitting 2-minute blasts of indecipherable terror for anyone that can stand the physical and emotional damage it willfully inflicts. Fast-forward fifteen years: Punk’s corpse has been cannibalized to the bone and Envy has irreparably blurred the lines dividing the various factions of hardcore. Still terrifyingly sincere their songs are now life-affirming triumphant portraits for anyone strong-willed enough to withstand the emotional epiphanies they inspire