This is a kind of black thrash album that you expect to be on an LP with a mesh of pictures (bassist without his pants, vomit, beer etc.) but the sound is such that though primitively recorded, it gives away the newness; the modern garage black metal 4-tracker cruel sound. Not to complain, it would be too easy to complain about an album like this.

Why complain? It’s damn enjoyable.

Songs like ”Spawn of Evil” kick your ass to hell and back and you find yourself moshing out of the fuckin’ window, be alert not to be in the tenth floor or something. Darkness and rot is what I live this pitiful life for and what I just like to do is to scream my guts out at the world outside with hellish noisy THRASH like this CD as background.

© 2001 black hate