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Want some wicked, unadulterated Thrash that borrows from '80s Kreator, '90s Slayer, and blends it with a Bay Area twist? Well, look no further than Objector's debut, Social Intolerance. These Belgians aren't here to fuck around with silly things like nuance or sophistication, no, they are here to toss a wall of piercing, violent riffs right in yer fucking face followed by an onslaught of relentless, Hanneman/King-styled solo work to finish the job of annihilating your pansy ass. Every song on here is an evil, face-ripping example of how dirty and angry Thrash was meant to be. Guitarist/Vocalist Bock is one of the best Thrash singers I have heard in a long time, sporting a voice that's more than evil and aggressive enough to keep up with his guitar work. If you want some violent old-school Thrash that storms in like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, then this is an album to treasure.