Superjoint Ritual
A Lethal Dose Of American Hatred

Philippo is gone. He's no longer around. His brain is like my Saturday night dinner around 4 a.m. (on Sunday of course) scattered on some filthy sidewalk, talks nonsense, guzzles more alcohol than I do, even snorts the bazookas of his American Marine friends. Long live Philippo.

WARNING: Philippo’s brain is gone.

Pantera is no longer cool. No, Philippo has an extreme need for the underground, even 13-year-olds listen to Pantera, come on.
Philippo has an idea. He randomly starts bands, some he hits spot on (the phenomenal Down), while others would be better suppressed in the darkest corners of his mind as they are so pathetic (the pathetic Viking Crown). And all because his brain is gone. Poor guy.
Oh, then there's Superjoint Ritual. Eh yes, because Philippo knows the right people in the underground, all those buddies in New Orleans and surroundings are on his side. He forms this quite decent band, gives it a seriously cool name, and gets gentlemen of the caliber of Hank Williams III and Jimmy Bower (Eyehategod, I mean I'm not talking about Crowbar, but Eyehategod, not just any mushrooms and pistachios). Makes an okay album, the first "Use Once And Destroy", then breaks even more, calls back his prankster mates and starts recording "A Lethal Dose Of American Hatred".

Question: What genre do Superjoint play?
In words, they should be my favorite band. Hardcore, Thrash, Doom, Sludge, punk attitude (a lot). On top of all this stuff is his voice, stunning, THE VOICE symbol of the last decade of extreme music. Every little bit of heroin, every bottle of whiskey that Philippo downs improves (worsens) his abilities.
Again, they SHOULD be my favorite band, they manage to encompass in a single creature many genres for which I spend my miserable time for that shrew named music. Philippo doesn’t hold back on his 50 motherfuckers and his pissed-off attitude even here, the imprint is his, the ultimate punk (Stealing A Page Or Two From Armed And Radical Pagans, no more over-the-top title possible).

What’s wrong, whaaat? Damn Philippo, why do you always stop there, always like that, you want to be grotesque by force, even though I know deep down you're a good guy. Oh, because all the songs start with "one two threeee four" (I just can't get the three right). What do you say? Your brain is mush? Ah... better, I don't give a damn, it's not a plausible excuse.

Can I say one thing? YOU ARE A BIG PIECE OF CRAP!!! When I say "damageplan", what do you answer? "A shitty band!"
Damn, you jerk, it's your fault it exists(ed)!!! I found out you're even jinxed, more jinxed than Paul Chain even (it takes a lot!). You want to teach someone a lesson, and they end up dead, YOU’RE JINXED!!!

A really good album if it weren't for that Philippo now gets too much on my nerves. 4/5 to the album, 1/5 to Philippo (obviously an overly personal judgment, Phil really rocks here).

Ah, forgive me if in your minds the name of Darrell comes back, I didn't want to... I swear I didn't want to... believe me...