Trashy recording with live as fuck drumming supporting a mid-tempo power surge like a six-inch blade covered with dried raccoon guts jammed between your ribs.
Much like the more syrupy Fireball Ministry, these guys are rooted in classic Judas Priest, heavy, long hair, ugh-punk, and a little pickle named Failure.
Both units work from the peace punk/crust lineage up, absorbing what felt necessary, regardless if it sounded congruous to death metal or ambient grind-vom.
Both units work from the peace punk/crust lineage up, absorbing what felt necessary, regardless if it sounded congruous to death metal or ambient grind-vom.
Instead of extremism for it’s own sake, these guys butt heads with all sortsa ugliness and non-ugliness. Hey, is that an acoustic guitar and clean singing?