Victorias White Collar, pulses with as much articulation as venom. This first 12 invokes the glory years of American hardcore. That razor-slash ferocity, yall love. The riffs are simple and effective, opting for power over speed and giving new-comer vocalist Loosey C. the chance to showcase what makes her inclusion vital in a group made up of Headcheese, Crosshairs, and Bootlicker alumni. In fact, what sets this 4-piece apart is the focused potency of her vocal aggression and scathing lyrics. If youre taking notes to make sure the right boxes are checked, imagine your master prosciutto-shaving the best bits from No Thanks and Evil I and feeding them to your grateful, blushing little face. If youre looking for what makes this record as ferocious as it is, clock the poisoned lyrics calling out all the parts of identity politics, sexism, and embarrassing punk posturing that are overdue for a reckoning. White Collar wont be trained, and this bitch aint just mouthy; she bites.