Scrolling down the track listing for Haraball’s ‘Half Tux’ provides nearly a dozen reasons for not wanting to leave the house in the morning. Whether this is due to a serious condition involving paranoia and delusional episodes, or that one is slightly more cantankerous than their fellow neighbour, both reasons appear plausible once hearing the various firecrackers igniting from this second album. A distorted opening groan of guitars arouse the senses before launching into a pummelling assault of post-punk and hardcore that is ‘The House That Builds Itself’. Following on from the guitar solo that brought the former song abruptly to its knees, the rolling tumble of ‘Crazy Tram’ is equally frenetic as its opening predecessor, only allowing for a tad more air to breeze between the blistering rhythm. ‘Manchild’ offers the first inkling of a composition not willing to be constrained by any particular pattern as it has a tendency to kneejerk occasionally in different directions that allows for a little restraint and usher in some grunge to the melee. Such a description can be applied to the intriguingly titled and mischievous tendencies of ‘Sack Of Onions’ and equally curious ‘Mallcop Dungeon’; the latter song building in a crescendo of guitars and pounding drumbeats that escalates into glimpses of searing feedback before regaining its previous momentum. Despite offering a full shot of adrenalin to the system by way of ‘Half Tux’, underneath the raging emotions and often chaotic noise there exist enough subtleties to suggest that Haraball is steadily evolving into a force to be reckoned with.