A fraction of the metal thrashing mad fun, and the humor is all but gone. Some evil thirds singing sweet Slayer, but the majority here seems played out.
East Coast punk rock, pure of spirit like Bouncing Souls, but with more consistent songs. A little gruff, but not all gargled glass or hard-living street punk.
Part ’70s hard rock with wet production and layered choruses and stoner riffery, part punkified glam with way more wild-eyed bottle throwing than I remember.
They write originals that sounds like the kinda stuff you’ve heard all yer life. It’s solid, like hearing the Stones when they were still vital and pure.
Brimstone Blues was surprisingly glammy for stoner rock, but tuneful. Fuck The World has a chip on its shoulder. It’s a heavy, snarling, pounding slab of metal.
They’re from Montreal, this is their Fat debut. They’re scruffy and dirty, but they’re Greenpeace punk, not ignorant anti-whatever or wall-punching punk.
It’s a collection, so it’s kinda disjointed and dated. Kinda thick, not overly polished, but raw and jagged and dense, if not altogether vocally accurate.
No idea why Raunchy doesn’t catch on more. Fear Factory and Strapping Young Lad took off, and Raunchy mix in the clean singing of Avenged Sevenfold as well.