Divorce was a band that was not to be fucked with...or a band to fuck with relentlessly. Take your pick. They had 2 singers , both large and small, that flew around the room and could sometimes be found screaming their obtuse lyrics at the back of the basement to the least interested person there. They made me like hardcore again at a time when hardcore was boring the shit out of me (think about the end of the bandana thrash era), but to just pigeon-hole them as a simple hardcore band is selling them short. They were tight, inventive, funny without being stupid and manic as shit. This tape got played daily in my attic room in Chattanooga as soon as I got out of bed in the morning. Blast it and bash your head through the window..