John Carpenter takes a cast of character actors and finishes what Wes Craven started in New Nightmare, with its recursive themes and interpretive subjects.
Tripe’s vocals are familiar, but clean and solid, not needing any trick effects to fatten out the sound, and the lyrics are intelligent and well-written.
Feels like walking down the hall at a party, a combination of wine, beer, bourbon, Jägermeister, vodka, and tequila coursing through your head and belly.
Metropolitan Rage Warehouse remind us what healthy youth should be doing – questioning, fighting ignorance, and flying in the face of convention and normality.