They catchy, popacid punk tunes and slur the instruments for maximum tweak. The album that the Butthole Surfers should have made before going industrial.
A dose of heavier than usual techno-industrial programming with dark lyrics. A lighter version of Big Catholic Guilt that leans towards Front Line Assembly.
Keeping the honesty of the lyrics, yet using harmonies and instrumental interludes, and soft-spoken moments, this isn’t hardcore as the word is usually used.