With Blood On My Hands is a fi tting title for SOUNDS LIKE VIOLENCE's long-awaited full-length debut. There's blood alright. and it's coursing through every song on the album. It's the blood that's fi lling the hole where singer Andreas S derlund's heart used to be... and inciting the band's frantic sound. If catharsis was the main theme of SLV's critically- acclaimed debut CDEP The Pistol, then With Blood On My Hands takes it a step further by manifesting the unfl inching, searingly-honest imagery of a man struggling with the demons of "black love" as S derlund describes it. Whether it's an affair that's exciting-yet-destructive, or simply the bitter condemnation of an ex-lover, With Blood On My Hands is a raw, exposed nerve revealing unhinged pain and jagged tension through its dynamic songwriting. As a whole, With Blood On My Hands follows a trajectory similar to that of a destructive relationship, beginning with a steady, nervous beat and gradually erupting into a buzzsaw of guitars and percussive stomp. Blasting out unpolished, gritty pop hooks that drive the stake deeper and deeper with each riff, With Blood On My Hands gushes more and more until it fi nally reaches a critical level with the album closer The Greatest. It never felt this good to be on life support.