Bite The Hand That Feeds You Shit..

This blog has been about as active as Phil Spector's music career as of late.. Mainly because I have been out fighting oppression on the streets and making love to literally thousands of MPs wives. After my daily breakfast of 4 sheets of blotter acid and half a pint of temazepam, I stick on a bit of Cult Ritual and I'm set to go. If for some reason, you DON'T listen to this band then I guess I've got a minute or two to explain..

Take the singer of Sum 41 (okay, maybe just in this picture), add a little weight and remove a chromosome, then chuck in some cut-throat vocals, visceral anti-everything lyrics and a volatile guitar and rhythm section that sounds like its throwing a serious hissy-fit in the carehome, and you're about halfway there. Oh, and noise, feedback and noise. They have no Myspace because they're punk as fuck but you can download everything they've ever recorded for free off their blog.

I'd go for their 2nd ep.. Shit hits harder than a phencyclidine milkshake.