Jag Panzer leapt quickly to the fore with their debut masterpiece back in ’83. But then total drift, bootlegging, comeback records, and now The Age Of Mastery.
Within the grooves, the cohesion is apparent, Helloween blasts through their instantly recognizable sped-up Maiden-isms, and precision white-knuckle melodicism.
Hankshaw’s crisp, lemonade-sounding emo songs are so sensually invigorating, so painfully enjoyable to listen to, I wish the CD didn’t end after 10 minutes.
They fart, they curse, they tell their own fans that they’re a bunch of pussies, they try to score drugs and chicks from the stage, and they play goddamn fast.