This band sounds insane. The singer growls and cackles over drums that sound like they’re coming from some cobweb-covered tomb somewhere. The guitar is a bearded hydra breathing fire into every shadowy corner that the bass rumbles around in. Unnerving asylum laughter and multi-personality ramblings ebb and flow out of songs at random points. At times, it sounds like it’s standing behind you, just waiting for an opportunity to put its thick hands on your head and crush your skull, not even understanding how serious the crime it’s committing really is. The reissue of this psychobilly album from ‘89 comes with a bonus live set that was previously released in ‘90.
–mp (Cherry Red)