Mix Hell Awaits-era Slayer with Nine Inch Nails and Neurosis, add potent doses of their own secret poison to the mix, and swallow it all in one huge gulp.
I’ve always been impressed that the ex-frontman of mod punk legends, the Jam and Style Council, can wind up sounding like Eric Clapton and actually pull it off.
They catchy, popacid punk tunes and slur the instruments for maximum tweak. The album that the Butthole Surfers should have made before going industrial.
Zero melody, sloppy crunch guitars that chug punk rock riffs like a ’78 Trans Am whose engine is still going strong long after the frame has rusted out.