Since Juliette Lewis stepped onto the music stage, I’ve been waiting for her to yell “Gotcha!” It feels like a Saturday Night Live skit about a “rocker” chick.
Hungarian prog metal that hits hard, riffy and rhythmically, with technically brilliant vocals from Zoltan Kiss who pulls it off without sounding too non-Anglo.
Boyd Rice has been destroying music since the mid-’70s. Like Throbbing Gristle and Cabaret Voltaire, he used homebuilt or modified instruments to create sounds.