Every song’s a fresh new trip, every second song an infection, every third a raging holler-out ecstatic anthem. I’m reminded of the underrated Handsome record.
My last sensation before death – the fat, lemony zinc taste of the poison Samson had fed me – was gone, because the embalmers brushed my teeth and tongue.
With “electronica” emitting its final thrusts like an epileptic’s death throes, it’s time to admit they had the stupidest nicknames since black metal and Goth.
Strife was one of the leaders in the ’90s hardcore scene. With their recent demise, it’s only reasonable to put out a collection of songs previously unreleased.
Each track throws in a new sound and arrangement, but I can’t help thinking that the boys are abandoning ship, passing Sentenced on the way to Paradise Lost.