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.
When Dave takes these two guys who are probably very pale back to Cleveland, he probably hasta keep a close eye on ’em so they don’t get lost in the snow.