On Pass Out City, this bunch of Swiss low lives in ski-masks, blast out fast, catchy, razor-punk with threatening titles like Punch You In The Throat and Fuck The Cops (And Fuck U2). I love it. I’m in no doubt that hanging out with these lunatics for more than half an hour would be a complete disaster, but that’s not my problem.
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Came from the sky like a 747. Classic Rock’s least-reputable byline-grabber since 2003. Several decades deep into the music industry. Got fired from an early incarnation of Anal C**t after one show. 30 years later, got fired from the New York Times after one week. Likes rock and hates everything else. Still believes in Zodiac Mindwarp and the Love Reaction, against all better judgment.
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"A lot of people don't like Ritchie Blackmore. But he feels he has nothing to say apart from what he says with his guitar": the mutual respect between Deep Purple's Ritchie Blackmore and Mountain's Leslie West was sweet and pure