Manic God-punk with Ryan Greene-sounding production, but here they slow down a touch (still fast tho’) and the fourth track is an impromptu fuck-around.
Imagine Nashville Pussy minus, unfortunately, the hot chicks, but with two great guitarists, a bludgeoning rhythm section, a stupendous singer, and great songs.
If any American subgroup has a handle on nearly institutionalized rebellion and advanced fuck-you, it’s the infamous Oakland chapter of the Hell’s Angels.
“If he wrote a treatise on hydraulic engineering it would sell over 300,000 copies.” What name-brand author could this flabbergasted blurb be describing?
Children of Bodom’s Alexi Laiho still rips shit up on his geetar, and Kimberly Goss is belting it out more believably, but there’s still something missing.