Enforced are not a band to fuck around. Less so than normal, even, on this smash-and-grab six-track EP which arrives like a splash of gasoline to spike their fire after the frantic 18 months since last year’s awesome third album War Remains. Having already nailed their 100mph crossover formula – and still to show any kind of thrash faigue – it’s less about reinventing the wheel than painting it black, adding some bad-ass spikes and running it gleefully over anyone who dares get in their way. Armageddon is the theme for opener Betting on The End, which throws together gallows humour (‘Scrape up all that you have left / And pray you’ll hit it big / Blow up your retirement / Ignore all your kids’) and route-one riffs to exhilaratingly pessimistic effect. Deafe...