This fresh-faced young band from the sticks writes hit after hit. They even turned those memorable sing-along choruses into boot stompin’ verbal rampages.
A female onlooker is splattered by gore and must take a gratuitous nude bath to wash it off. The water turns to acid and broils her, screaming, to the bone.
With snarling heavy metal guitars, a live drummer, and a trigger percussionist/sample spewer, Machines filled the stage and every molecule of air with mayhem.