Really heavy rock; not metal, even as they absorbed that dynamic/language/attack as tots/post-tots as Black Flag rung their bell and called’m home to dinner.
Funny how normative-rockist-duhish this is. Like the riff from Kiss’ “God of Thunder” or Deep Purple’s “Highway Star” hijacked by Rammstein and Jello-ized.
Recorded in 1986, it shows the band at its most heavy and least experimental. For fans who’ve tired of the band’s increasingly experimental and spotty output.
It’s Troma, so unless you rent only from Blockbuster, you know this is some sexy, gross, weird and wild shit. Get this soundtrack cuz every band is a someone.