The members of Celebrity Murder exhibit an attitude angry and full of rage enough to do just that: Kill a celebrity. So I'd like to take this time to nominate Bono. I've had just about enough of those goofy damn sunglasses and the ego the size of Starr Jones' ass. If this cannot be arranged, I'll remain perfectly content listening to the half-hour blast of hardcore fury that is Time to Kill Space.

With most songs not extending past the two-minute mark, the New York City natives flail through each track with a complete reckless abandon. Recorded without a computer or Pro Tools, the straight-to-tape record feels about as raw and authentic as anything you're liable to find this day and age. The maniacal vocals are seething with a tightly concentrated ferocity that is only matched by the music backing it.

While the song structures all maintain a relatively simplistic quality, the invigorating sound is able to stay fresh and engaging for the entire duration of the record. It's one hard-hitting track after the next, with no chance whatsoever to catch a breath. Songs like "War on the Telephone" manage to change things up just enough to keep you on your toes, as what starts out with nothing more than some feedback quickly jars into an all-out blitzkrieg, with Artie Philie's scathing vocals riding an intense wave of guitar, bass, and drums that will make your head whirl. Even during their more reserved, slowed down moments, the band is more intense than most, as "The Headache" would attest to. Individual songs aside, it's the whole package that's impressive, as there's not a single weak song to be found on the entire album. Maybe more impressive than all that however, is the band's lyrical grasp of such topics as racism and capitalism:

My attention span's been beaten to death, and I'm not comfortable with nothing / To buy or someone I can really dislike, or a worthwhile cause we can all rally behind, because I'm white! / I'm obligated to acquiesce from the position of privilege, I ostensibly posses when history whispers in my ear / And poisons the data I desperately need to stay in control at home.

Without being too obvious or forthright, they manage to intelligently convey their thoughts and ideas in each and every song, carried by the razor wire vocals and pounding instrumentation.

If there's any justice in the world, this is a band who's going places.