Uncle Bob

Left Behind

Rely On No One

Result Of War

Transformed

Out Of Nowhere

It's Time

Let me explain. These guys are more of a tour de ski than a tour de force. Tumbling down the cosmic slopes of trimmed bike rock. Suitable for wearers of wooden clogs their mouths jammed full of snus, sporting helmets with edgy messages.

No turns or twists; just lethal hooks, locomotive drums and repetitive dream punk pounding like a great hangover. Does small town angst exist on a mars colony? Apparently so.

How about some Ginger Baker-era Hawkwind, Motörhead with less hard liquor but more speed or maybe the bastard child of Butthole Surfers and The Rolling Stones? Huh. Sounds weird, but so does selling research chemicals out of your parents basement.

This is not what you expect to hear from members of Antichrist and Vampire but I'm sure glad I did. Also, WHAT THE HELL DO YOU KNOW?

Missiles – Obsolete Sons

Vampire – Under The Grudge

Fraktur – Death Theme

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