Giving each tidy track a numeric title (to reflect the order in which the cuts were completed), ¡Forward, Russia! has undeniably improved along the way, producing a deeper convulsion by the time it reaches the haunting "Nineteen."
"Fifteen Part One" collides stammering stoner-rock riffs straight out of Queens of the Stone Age into the stormy rhythmic dynamics of Fugazi. "Seventeen," a rambling sugar rush, is ruggedly enthralling in its squalor, as is the soaring, vibes-gleaming dazzler "Eighteen." Sometimes the hyperbolic caterwauling and shrill falsetto leaps are overbearingly strident (sounding like the Cure's Robert Smith on a bender), but there's nary a boring moment.