Directed by Francis Ford Coppola’s son Roman, it’s the tale of a milquetoast film editor living in 1969 Paris who’s working on the fictional film, Dragonfly.
Expanding Senses censors much of the progressive Swedish death complication of Insanity for a blazing, super-high-fidelity attack of post-Bay Area thrash.
Before black depression poet extraordinaire Dax Riggs sobbed so eloquently for Agents of Oblivion or Dead Boy and the Elephantmen, he screamed for Acid Bath.
I’m digging the lion’s share of this thing, because it’s packed full of those shining-moment riffs that are the unanimous highlights of the past two albums.
These four have done time in Down By Law, DYS, Fugazi, Minor Threat, Bad Religion, All, The Meatmen, and Junkyard. A lot to live up to, and a lot to live down.
The eight new songs runing down the usual litany of complaints: The military is too violent, the government is too repressive, some people are too homophobic.