There was a time when there was no barrier between what was labeled punk and what was labeled hardcore. That time has returned. It's the moment when everything you ever felt was made manifest on a slab of spinning plastic. It's the moment when you feel as if all things subculture have been made new. The past is prologue, this is the territory of the Black SS. With the death throes of A.W.O.L. came forth this new bastard offspring. An ugly colic stepchild that wouldn't relent in it's savage vitriolic emissions. The Squadron have been compared to the best of the old and the new. An ouroboros of true hardcore. Unrelenting, honest and extremely unfashionable. An antidote to the rattling, empty bottles that deluge our scene. Creating a place where the people who don't fit, do; and the people who always excluded others are themselves ablated. A revealing of roots as opposed to a return, because it's hard to return to somewhere you've always been. This is the creed. BSS recording history is thus: Start off with 2 demos (I know, "Dad, what's a demo?") followed by an EP, split EP, LP and another split EP. To save you the time of mining all these nuggets separately, the Reaper Records prospectors have panned the muddy creeks of recording tape to bring you the bounty—all of the above plus added surprises. If you think you've heard this all before it's because the truth never changes ... only your attitude towards it.