The sheer weirdness of the music on this cassette overcomes all the superficial strikes against it (cheesy porn samples between songs, logo blatantly ripped off from the band Death, etc). Simple, catchy guitar parts collide with growled vocals and dance beats. Songs start and end in the wrong places. I’m pretty sure I heard synthesized handclaps. Or is Peter Stubb a robot? Maybe he’s a robot werewolf. No, he is probably an alien with no concept of what music is supposed to sound like, because music is definitely not supposed to sound like this, and that’s what makes it rad.
–mp (Let’s Pretend)