MANUAL ZOMBIE: Self-titled: Cassette

This shit makes me uncomfortable. An acoustic guitar is plucked and distorted, an old country song being melted over flames. It’s pushed aside by a sparse snare beat and an array of psychotic electric guitar riffs. The voice that whispers over it all is unhinged and sick, a kidnapper leaning into his victim’s ear. I can’t wait to hear more

 –mp (Self-released, myspace.com/manualzombie)