Punk as Hate from Italy via San Francisco that’s full of relentless dumb-brute energy that chases its own tail around and around in the most beautifully idiotic way. Sort of a lo-fi version of the Rocking Dildos. Shlocky, fast ‘tard punk with racing guitars and an indecipherable vocalist who sounds like a tiny, infuriated Popeye impaled on a fondue fork, all on lovely dead-fingernail grey vinyl. I think I love this band.
–aphid (Proud to be Idiot)