Zeke
Dirty Sanchez

A good kick in the a**. That's what this album represents.
15 micro-bullets loaded with guitars instead of gunpowder, a total duration of 21 minutes, put it on in your car and see if you can manage to stay under 140 km/h in the city.

The opening goes to an anthem like “Let’s Get Drugs” (let’s get high!): here’s summed up the life attitude of “Blind” Marky Felchtone and friends.
And then they continue with blasts like “Now You Die”, “I Don’t Give a Fuck” and the terrifying “Automatic” and “My Way”, all screamed by the blind man who seems to never run out of breath.
21 minutes are enough to define today’s punk rock, they’ve got it covered, while our little record label friends suggest that under the punk entry, in the pages of Treccani, there should be people I don't even want to name.

They have a bit of Motorhead, Dead Boys, Supersuckers, Sex Pistols on an amphetamine binge, but above all, they sound like punk rock: fast, dirty, powerful, and fun. Highly recommended.