Where there is Eugenio, there is home.
Intrigued by the presence in no less than two fragments of Eugene Robinson, the huge vocalist of the immense Oxbow, I probed from top to bottom the twelve grumpy trac(k)s contained in the crazed filthy-vitriolic jumble spawned by this carrarmat-rock trio holed up in some fétid slaughterhouse in Glasgow, Scotland.
A fierce pack of hungry wolves in search of tender prey, preferably defenseless, to bite and devour.
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