"Fucking Bad Intentions." The spelled-out title, taken from their song "F.B.I.," about sums up the premise behind the current work of L.A. based "Substance D." The threesome drives their message of revolted disgust on their new release, "Black," in what is essentially a musical hearse, parading through the dark streets, amidst personally distressing commentary over a punishing rage of riff-ravaged grind-core. The dread of life seeps to the surface and begins with looking to "God" for an answer after "laughing at the alter and lying to the savior," thus setting the tone to a further barrage of malicious intent.

Following, "Slit the Wrist" gushes forth. "Slit the wrist, clench the fist, die like this, make a killing" - the blood flows profusely and continues on till the final clouds of steam disseminate from the cracks left in the ground.

Gratuitous violence, leveled upon a terrifically bad attitude toward life behind a wall of despair, gives "Black" the hellish characterization the band members must have had in mind prior to its production. Their outlook is positively dismal, though they're far from being devil advocates. Their true to life interpretation of the dark psyche of human perspective packs a wallop as hard as a nuclear warhead. There's not a single moment where the listener doesn't get pummeled in some form or another, even on the moderate "Strange 48," which lyrically dramatizes the imaginative ways one might indulge in the misuse of toxic chemicals and the harrowing consequences two days later!

Speaking of chemicals, the name "Substance D.," which replaced their original name of "Black," was arrived at from a reference out of a sci-fi publication that describes what is a lethal, addictive drug. Lethal and addictive - a fitting description to stop with. And by the way, will somebody please pick up that goddamned phone already!!