Picked up this EP "I Hate My Body" by Brooklyn's Goosebumps from Burn Books this week due in part to the great artwork. Surely you get an uneasy feeling just by looking at it? Correlate the music directly with that feeling, and you'll have a good idea of what this band is getting at here. Fucked up, nihilistic, deranged, outsider hardcore punk. Again, this stuff induces visions of overdoses and suicides inside my head. Lo-fi recording in tact, I'd argue that this is one of the cooler band's I've heard come out of New York in recent years, and they'd be right at home on a label like Youth Attack or something similar, minus if course all of the pretension and bullshit.