One of the UK's most extreme bands, showing up the current fashion for so-called Metal, pseudo-Punk and Industrial bands for what it is: the soundtrack for angst-ridden teenagers to consume briefly en route to being good citizens. Pounding metallic tribal rhythms, chainsaw guitars, and guttural vocals that can barely contain the laser-guided rage at the world behind it, combined with a sampladelic cut-up ethic that Bill Burroughs himself would approve of. The bastard heirs of both Throbbing Gristle and The Clash with no concession to commerciality. The urban post-apocalypse - the soundtrack to Mad Max set in a Brixton squat. Open yourself up to the sound of society's nightmares.
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