More like Alice Cooper on amphetamines than punk, they’ve got the snarl of punk, the theatrics of shock rock, and non-sissy production that borders on metal.
Extremely thorny, prickly and crisp black metal with brilliant execution, but vocals mixed far back. All the better to hear this knock ’em dead drummer.
A re-issue of two previously released “outta print import vinyl” LPs. The originals are okay, the cover songs – and there’s lotsa covers – sound better.
Ex-member of Screw 32, songs you can sing along with by the end, and while I remember nothing when the CD’s over, I’m tempted to replay its 30 minutes again.
A beautiful, cold, and focused album like this is just the type of work any fan of Haujobb would expect. This is the second CD released under the name Cleen.