All the pool hall, hustling dough
I’ll beat the pansies and then I’ll go
Out to the bar to pick a fight
Maim some rednecks then hit the night
Why am I always in a mood like this?
I don’t know, ain’t no psychiatrist
This nagging feeling that I’ve got won’t quit
I feel no pain and I don’t give a shit
Left, Right, Fight: Taste the floor
Two, Four, More: Out the door
Music magazines with fags on the front
They dress like women, their message is blunt
They make their money, but they’re doing it wrong
Kissing ass and writing radio songs
Buying their records and seeing their shows
The general public likes their panty hose
I’m not as young as I used to be
But I’ll still be thrashing at a hundred and three (you’ll see)
They think I’m psycho, they think I’m deranged
I wear my leather but I’m not that strange
I walk the streets but I hate what I see
Like a book by its cover, they’re judging me (fuck off!)
9 nuclear metal offensives bursting with razor-sharp staccato riffing, nerve-severing vocals, and full on battery of classic metal are delivered w/ the neck-snapping fury of the masters of the genre. Razor
supported by 266 fans who also own “Taste The Floor”
Location made it hard for me to be on the tape trading circuit back in the day, so discovering this band in the 80s would have been hard from rural ohio. Glad I got to hear this now! Rivals all the stateside 2nd wave thrashers ! Recommend ! warchrist30
supported by 262 fans who also own “Taste The Floor”
Has that nostalgic feel of late 80's, early 90's thrash/proto death while being so well done it forms its own identity. Regardless kicks ass start to finish, leaving you wanting more! warchrist30