All of the gruff, none of the annoying snarl. Plus, they’re more melodic and willing to use different styles to get that country-music-desperation across.
This EP compiles 7″s and comp tracks, and is ugly and pure enough to be called punk without any qualifiers. Fourteen songs in 18 minutes. You do the math.
They play simple riffs, are obsessed with graveyards, aliens, and all kinds of ghouls, witches, and zombies, and yet theirs is the CD you wanna hear again.