More clown than rock’n’roll animal; abuse of the audience and himself was his schtick, like a Gwar show, but with real blood, piss, shit, and a lotta laughs.
Great melodic punk with a singer who has a smooth delivery and distinct vibrato somehow evoking Jello Biafra and Roy Orbison while being unique unto itself.
Thirty-plus songs pounded out in fifteen minutes kick the shit outta Anal Cunt’s silliness, but fall short of the mindless brilliance of early Gang Green.
Brutal anti-everything commentary ripping away at human nature, the government, big business, slackerdom, God, injustice, violence, and avoidance/escapism.