I’ve always been impressed that the ex-frontman of mod punk legends, the Jam and Style Council, can wind up sounding like Eric Clapton and actually pull it off.
16 of the flab four’s favorites, mindless between-song commentary, wrong notes, flubbed lyrics, and other charming aspects of their notorious live shows.
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.