File this band under Party-Doom, a genre that doesn't exist but chances are you totally get what that would imply if you enjoy Pentagram's faster numbers. Bitchin' riffs, solos that pierce the haze, stupid lyrics about drinking shroom tea and oh yeah, the implied rape of the album cover because... well, they were moronic thugs who, when it comes down to it, are the Venom of doom in terms of musicianship. Dig it if you dare...
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