Gutter glam is either righteous in its sing-alongable, self-destructive glory, or it’s suburban mouth-breathing mulletheads who never got off the coke.
Some snoozing moments, some missed notes, but a surprising amount of “hey, these guys are pretty cool” in a “they could open for Down By Law” type way.
Whatever, they’re on Relapse, social-political grindcore or something. Dated sound, unexciting and predictable, and the song titles are like 10 words long.