“I’m going to get a real job.” All that résumé-writing, cover letter-writing, faxing, emailing, interviewing, dressing-sharply, nodding intelligently upon cue.
I have trouble reviewing Sacred Steel without laughing myself silly. They remind me of Agent Steel and bands that were second rate the first time around.
Enthralling (and occasionally repellent) glimpses of the personalities that drift into exploitation’s orbit, presented with a refreshing lack of judgmentalism.