Zeigenbock Kopf
Fuck You To Dust

THE REVIEW

Homosexual techno blasted through a sound system of scrap, old car stereos, speakers peed on by dogs, old Nazi uniforms at the console, greedy dicks, mouths full. The gang-queers with Mr. John Dwyer at the helm hit us low, lower abdomen, blasting out 15 industrial rave hits hyper-distorted with vinegar and cocaine-stained mustaches.
It's pure dishonesty: Zeigenbock Kopf is one of the most unspeakable perversions on the dancefloor. No one will dare to listen to it without wanting to accept its indomitable perversion, the pleasure of being whipped, the smell of leather, the balls out.

This is stuff for masculine people, "Woman, Begone" a spoken word with Victorian-like piercings well adjusted on the cock as a big German tortures a drumkit filtering it in a cloud of distortions, "Boys Meet" is a gay anthem sung with a hard-on, waving the swastika ignoring, drinking and collecting teeth from the unfortunate caught off guard by the pogo of the muscular Nazis. The two, moreover, continue for a good half hour with assorted pornographies "I cum too much", splashes of techno shit piled on a percussive sabbath of ultraviolence "Driving to Dortmund", blues glued to black underwear "Absence of light, Night".

"I am a man" like the suicides being licked by Dobermans in heat, "animals" a nasty rap that hails sex between men and beasts, kicking decency of sound. You come out with kidneys shattered and the asshole cracked open.

This is not for everyone, beware.