The sort of band that badly Xeroxed cut-and-paste ‘zines love to ramble on about. Their sound is too Seattle to be sludge-punk, but too Chicago to be grunge.
Made up of former members of Bullet LaVolta, Voodoo Dolls, and Orangutang, this three-piece put its own creative spin on the Bob Mould/Sugar/Hüsker Dü sound.
Ignoring anything resembling diversity within or between songs, Sinister just plain play mind-numbingly fast, trudgingly slow, and thoroughly demonic songs.
Sgt. Pepper meets Lenny Kravitz for a drink in San Francisco. They cop some greenbud on Haight Street and, after rolling a fatty, go out cruising for girls.
Still has the hyperspeed attack, with cheesy lyrics about bleeding, bludgeoning, evil, and madness, mixed in with Judas-Priest-recorded-in-a-sewer-pipe metal.