Big, heavy guitars and bass, Slayer-style drums with dance-y hi-hat, and growling vocals. Credits don’t mention the nut lobbing samples like grenades. Woah!
With 14 songs of corruption, their tongues are planted firmly in-cheeks and their chops are mighty. Masters of punked-up, powerchord-soaked rock ‘n’ roll.
The disjointed and looping lines with semi- traditional rock formats sound like a re-vamped version of our good Captain, even down to the Dadaist lyrics.