There’s something, well, soothing, about torn-denim, puking skulls, penis-head and chainsaw thrash. I’m not saying that Street Trash is the second coming of The Care Bears or anything, but there’s something real fuckin’ nice about a dysfunctional band (who’ve broken up and gotten back together, members left, drama) putting together a record that flat-out rages from start to finish. It’s like a blankie of hate and pestilence you can wrap around your shoulders when it gets cold outside. There are quite a few flashes of “shit yeah”ness in Into the Wasteland, and they’re along the lines of what Government Warning’s cranking out. Solid.
–todd (No Class)