What’s the common ground between alcohol-fuelled excess and death metal’s staple lyrical diet of really unpleasant things happening to people’s bodies? Spewing your guts out, of course. You’ll find a collage of Party Cannon’s fans doing just that in the artwork for the Scots berserkers’ second symphony of sickness, Volumes Of Vomit. It’s fair to assume the Dunfermline degenerates aren’t currently doing Dry January, unless it’s at the express order of a healthcare professional. Slam is not a subgenre overly concerned with originality or progression, its stylistic trademarks of guttural, animalistic grunts, relentless beats and neanderthal riffs peppered with squealing pinch harmonics kept deliberately predictable to achieve maximum lowbrow brutality. Party Cannon tick these...