Truth is, I’ve run outta new ways to describe Guttermouth’s fast’n’snotty punk antics, but that’s OK, cuz they’re basically repeating themselves by now anyway.
They’re Swedish, a cross of Oi! and gonzo rock, so you get gruff Business vocals over charging Johnny Thunders riffs with occasional Rancid spicing thrown in.
Even I gave up on the dream of a fierce punk band with chops long ago. Day of the Death is full of rousing anthems that never stop making sarcastic comments.