You had to know that Ninety Pound Wuss would not just go away without the last word. After releasing Shorthand Operation, probably one of the most underrated albums in punk rock history (which, of course, is an irony filled tangent for another day), they toured and quit to pursue other things (because you did not appreciate them - good job), and the promised live album seemed to die with them. But you knew better. Hierarchy of Snakes, a 12-song melange of show house violence, has come to be; even if on the down low. The cover art is great, the production is awful, but not as bad as you might expect. And I don't think it could have come out more perfect. One tweak of the levels could have spoiled the splendid, garish absurdity of it all. I figure that you are either going to get this glorious piece of crap or not, so anymore exposition would just be vanity. It has songs like "Queen Maggot," "Misplaced Society," and "The Dawning of this Night Divine."
