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Third EP within a couple of years for the garage terrorists Fag Cop. Gimme Fag Agenda is the start of the first round and you're already knocked out. Bass, guitar, drums, and otherworldly vocals, extremely lo-fi sounds, a greasy riff that sticks to you while you keep headbanging, transforming you into a lust-driven ape ready to scream at the top of your lungs over the clamor of the drums' ravaged cymbals.
Matrixcide is a freaking sonic train in motion with guitars used as steamrollers, choruses of psychic frenzy, and a voice that sounds like an amphetamine-laced Hitler barking orders to his phantom troop of killer cows.
Hardon Crime is the rotten, corrupt, and extremely amateur blues of these three guys who seem to have stepped out of a B-grade '80s sci-fi horror comic. Degenerate offspring of degenerates like Gories and Oblivians, this is the most sincere rock n roll of the zero years.
And I'm fucking dead.
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