Another bass-heavy thrash band arrives, this time with poor production. The youth of the band shows in the garage-style songwriting of these five tunes. Lyrically, the band has some things to sing about: Drugs - "Your brain's like a skillet/ Your cells are all fried." (influenced by the "This is your brain on drugs" commercial?!?); and abortion - "Doctor injects the needle into the womb/ For which baby will be his living tomb." Listening to their debut on the custom label - Sandy Pattie Records (ha!) might give you the headache it gave me. Beware! Keep practicing guys. To order, send $6 to: MC Knowles, 332 NW 35th St, Boca Raton FL 33431.
