Not what should’ve been Terrorizer/ex-Napalm Death guitarist Jesse Pintado’s last work. A pillar of excellent throughout his career, he deserved a better end.
Perfect album name for these Southern-fried hardcore shot-pounders. A good time, blackout darkness lurking beneath the party, some butt-wiggle, some stumble.
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.