I sometimes kinda like Huntingtons, but when their not-best-work is placed next to the modern-day equivalent of the Violent Femmes, they suffer in comparison.
If you peel away the layers of sexuality, debauchery, love, loss, and carnage of both Carnivore and Type O, you’ll see an under-current of classic rock.
“Thundering” metal, vocals that sound like the singer’s trying to shit, and even the punk/Oi! anthems falls flat cuz the guitars are outta tune half the time.