GodDAMN, is this one glorious mess. Imagine the Flesh Eaters having being served a serious beat-down by the unholy tag team of a coked-out Pere Ubu and meth-addled Stooges and you ain’t even close. This is music to get ugly by, music that will encourage you to tear shit up and go hog wild, music that prolonged listening to might actually result in a lengthy prison stay. Don’t believe me? Just give a listen to “Isolation” and tell me you don’t feel like kicking the neighbor’s annoying fucking cat for a 75-yard field goal.
–jimmy (In The Red)