Ministry and Revolting Cocks guys, but instead of guitars, you get cello. Instead of bass, you get piano. Instead of drums, you get a metronome. And crooning.
Limp Bizkit’s Wes Borland’s side project. Stinks of early Gwar, Frank Zappa, stoned Keebler elves, and parody death metal bands like Intestinal Bloodsausage.
Swedes, wide-legged and leaning back, the howls and pull-offs and dives louder than yer mom pounding on the door for you to turn down that awful racket.
Can you imagine Curtis Mayfield or Lenny Kravitz settling for a vocal that simply matched the guitar? We’d’ve been denied melodies we belt out on road trips.
Even I gave up on the dream of a fierce punk band with chops long ago. Day of the Death is full of rousing anthems that never stop making sarcastic comments.