Man, does this album roar. Think of Speedealer or Nashville Pussy or COC crossed with Entombed or Cathedral (work with me), and you’re on your way to deaf.
Pantera’s three VHS videos in one place. A lot of bud, booze, the Hulk, Moscow, paper mache pot, cuts and bruises, and small appliances smashed to bits.
Dimebag is seen ripping it up circa ’84 and ’85, right up until his Damageplan days. There’s lots of fireworks, most notably used to wake various poor loafers.
Never knew much about David Allan Coe but the booze ‘n’ dope legends. Toothless, drunk country lyrics everywhere, while 3/4th of Pantera go all Jackyl on us.
Not as he-man thrash as Alien or SYL, more of a rule-breaker, which is what made City such a proud (and arguably unlistenable) creative moment in the extreme.
Striking cover, great title, summing up the lyrical venom Jourgensen is hurling at the Bush administration, o’er music that is fast, thrashy, and abrasive.