A throaty sneer filled with contempt, chants, moans, and howls over brutal grind and deathy thrash. The production is sharp, digging claws into your flesh.
The first few songs bop around and hide their catchy hooks beneath warm’n’fuzzy distortion. The tempos are quick and Bangles-ish and the topics airy and fun.
The sampler-oriented five song release displays their psycho-thrash sound honed into a razor sharp vision of urban nightmares and introspective realities.
Combining a tapestry of influences such as blues, rock, jazz, and barroom swing into a cohesive whole is no easy task, but Wolfgang do it with authority.
All eyes turned to the tiny stage for the pumping, post-punkers and fists flew into the air to join the “oi, oi, oi, oi” refrain of their favorite Blitz cover.