WWWWAAAARRRR AAALLLL TTTHHHEEEE TTTTIIIIIMMMMEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What an album what an album what an album what an album!!!!! 1987 Hardcore thrash bone-crushing nonstop from start to finish, with interludes between songs that make you laugh and destructive and sarcastic nihilism. If I add that these obese alcoholics and drug addicts even throw in the cover of "Motorhead", this is one of those albums I want with me in my coffin!
One of the greatest hardcore bands of all time time time! I know it's a review, but you can't cite songs, verses, tracks here - it's the raw unleashing of fury that reigns supreme, and it's no coincidence that the album's title is taken from a collection of poems by Charles Bukowski.
Despite all this frenzy and sonic violence, the lyrics are anything but predictable, full of bitter irony and insight. And now I quietly recite an Eternal Rest for Pig Champion.
Amen.