Half the fun (the other is dancing vertically, horizontally, or bouncing around like a pinball in your car) is trying to peg the origin of the samples.
Not without its finer points, but overall, the dope has too many seeds and not enough resin, and the lies aren’t big enough to lengthen Pinocchio’s proboscis.
This is so-so So Cal skate thrash which attempts to pull off a genuine early ’80s hardcore blur, but ends up sounding like a sped-up version of the Offspring.
Incorporating dance beats, sound effects like the winged terror Rodan, and a guest appearance by Faith No More’s Mike Patton, every song takes on its own style.
While duh-rock guitars plod and solos rip, there are preachers prophecizing, porno stars humping, and warbling horns that sound like elephants with indigestion.