TERROR POP: Guerrilla Warfare: CD

I never listened to Terror Pop before, so when I was doing my meager bits of research that I do for reviews, I checked out their history, and discovered that it was quite extensive, and promptly felt sort of stupid for never having heard of them. That aside, this record is the bee’s fucking knees. The bop-o-meter went through the roof from the opening notes, and with only minor derailments stayed there for the half hour or so that this record played. This is Rancid and Sweatmaster put together in the teleporter for transport and emerging on the other end as some wildly deformed incarnation of each in the guise of one beast.

 –Eric Carlson (United Flesh, Terror Pop: www.terrorpop.se)