More like Alice Cooper on amphetamines than punk, they’ve got the snarl of punk, the theatrics of shock rock, and non-sissy production that borders on metal.
Extremely thorny, prickly and crisp black metal with brilliant execution, but vocals mixed far back. All the better to hear this knock ’em dead drummer.
Short and sweaty by these Spanish psychopaths who’ve got about quarto momento to kill you with their New Bomb Turks on meth antithesis of ass draggin’.
The Slobs with Larry from the Candy Snatchers on vox. Goes to show what can happen to a inept buncha drunks when one different drunk is added to the mix.
A re-issue of two previously released “outta print import vinyl” LPs. The originals are okay, the cover songs – and there’s lotsa covers – sound better.