The Kinks were pretty good to a point there until Ray Davies got rich and ditched the greasy stuff and started writing songs about preserving village greens.
Snotty outtabreath over-amped punk rock’n’roll pumped out by Danes who probably enjoy gettin’ fuckin’ outtacontrol cuz ya just don’t thinka Denmark that way.
They’re not copyists like lotsa other Japanese bands, so they come out smellin’ nasty like a packed club and they’re tight enough to pull off rockin’ frenzy.
They claim it’s evil, as evil as three Bell Rays, a Streetwalkin’ Cheetah and an Excessorarie can get, as evil as a fun side project, if ya like surf rock.