Slayeresque leads, demon bellows, snakespit’n’snarl vocals like no one else can manage, all set to thrashy, galloping guitars and blurs of blackened shred.
A half-hour of speed and aggression, enough hooks to make each song unforgettable, and guitars solos that are manic and almost completely devoid of melody.
After Gameface’s last disappointment of a long-player, they bounce back with two originals that’re probably some of the best hooks they’ve ever written.
I don’t know about you, but I believe any film could’ve been rendered more effective with the addition of flesh-ripping zombies. Something about dead and decayed people trying to eat warm, live people really strikes me as beautiful cinematography.
If the delectable Salma Hayek in a bustier couldn’t draw people to the box office to see Wild Wild West, what chance does this ridiculous waste of time have?