A terrifyingly powerful record, produced huger than anything in Kreator’s back catalog. The cover art isn’t like days of old, but it’s Kreator, so it’s great.
Crystal clear and tight instrumentals, raw and crisp Helloween-esque singing guitars. Vocals are like early Kreator, Whiplash, or more recently, At the Gates.
They’re wild, break the rules, and love publicity stunts. They play raw, unfiltered punk rock with enough manic energy, hate, and humor to make ’em rock.