Before the New York hardcore sound came to be regarded as a permanent piss stain on popular culture, The Mob were among the loudest and fastest of the crew.
It’s more listenable than most extreme metal, and more filled out than most NY hardcore. The downside is that they take their negativity far too seriously.
The vocals range from the wounded beast lament of Paradise Lost to the sultry moan on Celtic Frost’s Into The Pandemonium. Two violinists add a touch of class.
Taking material from Tattooed Millionaire (when he was still in Iron Maiden) and Balls To Picasso, Dickinson puts out a double album of live performances.