They’ve been doing this since ’89, but still, classic Suicidal Tendencies and D.R.I. they ain’t. You get the trademark hardcore stuff here, nothing more.
The various jumpin’ backing bands on various tracks turn the whole thing into an incoherent circus based around Blackspoitation hommages’n’Andre’s phrasology.
Aside from the formulaic radio non-hits (loud/soft/loud/soft) and girlie ballads, there are a couple songs that’ll stick in yer head after a listen or two.
Fuckin’ right Quickspace should be big stars! You should fucking buy this fucking record and all the others. Then you should take a bath… with yer toaster.