Straight-up rock record. Like Trail Of Dead, Love Battery, Hitting Birth, early Smashing Pumpkins, and other worthies that don’t heft as metal or splat as punk.
Ten songs in I realized with growing alarm that none of these songs are very funny. They’re sappy and serious and whiny and sentimental and sad and shit.
A Bathory album of panoramic yet claustrophobic Viking metal that creaks like a chainmailed soldier of doom riding high atop weathered maritime planks.