They were tight, fast, loud; and I was drunk and enveloped in the mosh pit that started about two seconds into the set. Needless to say, I stopped taking notes.
They play with such spite and sarcastic venom, they make the glossy sneer of the young ‘uns look like the fashion statement I always suspected it to be.
Sporting an industrial edge with homemade instruments of garbage, bicycle wheels, and saw blades, combined with their traditional stringed counterparts.
Earlier stuff doesn’t have a lot of variation, but newer songs, like “Cursed To Crawl,” mix slower, darker sounds with the signature ND grindcore attack.