Guy at the label said it sounded like Mudhoney circa 1989, but the attack is too clean and furious, the guitars aren’t as fuzzy, and the songs are too catchy.
The most reviled item in the original lineup’s catalogue, the one title whose mere mention garners a snicker. This is unquestionably the band’s low point.
Launching with a trademark Halford scream, the album launches into the speed metal of the title track. Though the Turbo influence has not dissipated completely.
Scott Travis’s double kick-drum energizes the band. Downing and Tipton whip out some of their best guitar work and Halford does some of his finest screaming.
Treading some odd middle ground between angular, atmospheric indie rock and floorboard-rumbling ’70s-flavored hard blues rock, it’s familiar yet also fresh.
Supersuckers and Electric Frankenstein are two of the better and longer-lived bands playing punk & garage-derived rock and roll, though their approaches differ.
The Southern-Sab-metal-dragass is all over some tracks, but the pallet has been expanded. Surprises include the ragged acoustic beauty of “Where I’m Going.”
First Dictators album in 23 years, D.F.F.D. opens with “Who Will Save Rock and Roll?,” a single from a couple of years ago that should cast aside any doubts.