16 of the flab four’s favorites, mindless between-song commentary, wrong notes, flubbed lyrics, and other charming aspects of their notorious live shows.
They catchy, popacid punk tunes and slur the instruments for maximum tweak. The album that the Butthole Surfers should have made before going industrial.
A dose of heavier than usual techno-industrial programming with dark lyrics. A lighter version of Big Catholic Guilt that leans towards Front Line Assembly.
Keeping the honesty of the lyrics, yet using harmonies and instrumental interludes, and soft-spoken moments, this isn’t hardcore as the word is usually used.