Previous aural accomplishments need not be mentioned, but one gets the feeling when listening to Better To Be Judged By Twelve Than Carried By Six that all past band involvement within the small but forever loyal Chicago hardcore scene has been nothing but auditions for THE KILLER. Chewing up and spitting out lesser groups, getting a feeling of what sounds best, with whom, when, and turning that ethereal effort into the physical record you hold. Never heard of Midwest hardcore? This is it. Overwhelming yet bearable, destructive yet groundbreaking, mature but with youthful exuberance, Better Judged By Twelve Than Carried By Six is the kick in the ass that we've been looking for since someone decided that singing belonged in hardcore. There's no desire for radio airplay, no video to be shot, and the Warped Tour is out of the question. This is the real fucking deal. Disillusionment with life brought into this world through music and unleashed upon anyone who dares to resist, THE KILLER's Better Judged By Twelve Than Carried By Six is the updated blueprint for hardcore.