With death metal’s largest bands contributing to this supergroup, it’s no surprise it’s amazing. It’s unique from any of the bands the members are famous for.
It takes three older guys from the more demented side of blue-collar territory to make music that feels like washing down Black Widows with a 12-pack of Shlitz.
A very hip compilation that deserves a band-by-band. To start off, The Verve are everything you’ve heard about, and maybe a little more. Stylish heartache.
I was surprised to find the album chock full of innuendo and double entendre, leaving the crudeness for those who can’t express themselves in any other way.
Curtis of Taang! Records’ goodbye to Boston. Has the same quality and feel of the late ’80s NYC compilations, The Way It Is, and Where the Wild Things Are.