This testosterone-charged quartet from Zagreb, Croatia sing in English and play raw, rockabilly punk.
The no frills recording has a live, one take feel with ten tracks full of venom towards straight society; a series of rebel yells punctuated by yobbish call and response choruses.
This album follows up their debut Explodisiac and its dynamic is well represented in the crude cover art with zombie-green lettering. (Kevlar, if you're interested, is a synthetic fibre that is five times stronger than steel so is not commonly linked to beach wear).
With their 'we're a garage band' aesthetic, they come over like The Dead Kennedys minus the politics or as Stooges wannabes.
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Titles like Human Spittoon and Twisting By The Cesspool establish the general misanthropic attitude and the invitation to "puke until you bleed" on Summer Of Hate is fairly typical of the crude, in-your-face lyrical content.
In short, these are ragged, high energy songs designed to enthuse a mosh pit and will have little appeal to anyone desirous of subtlety.
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