Nightstick
Ultimatum

WOW WOW WOW

Pig In Shit
This is a real killer title, it's truly dirty, nasty, filthy, and exciting sludge, but as soon as the first track starts, some kind of not so easy, very spacey sax crosses your mind, goes through the eustachian tube and rolls up and down your colon.
It orgasms while the big riff and the rhythm section brawl over whom should give more to the listener, overturns and conquers, loosens tension, then rewinds the tape and repeats again, it stuns, it trains you and delights the mind knowing that Padoinka the Clown jumps and dances to the rhythm of this very free, not so easy, partially spacey music - But would Black Sabbath approve?
I listen to the third track The Pentagon and you can tell the singer is really pissed off and the rhythms thunderstorm, they cadence and you fall to the ground, get back up, rewind the tape and pass to a better life, assigning your 8x1000 to the Christian church.

Now that Ozzy is more dazed and less lively, more tired and less wasted, wife and kids maneuver him but there’s no way he has even the slightest idea of what these three guys dressed as pigs are doing. Pearls to pigs, no use giving them, but I recommend this CD.
Ah, I also recommend the latest Death To Music, the photos inside the booklet are of such trash...