This is another one of those recordings that sounds a lot better now than when it came out—whenever that was. I can’t find out a thing about these guys (guy?) other than they (he?) hailed from the mean streets of Glendale, AZ. Well, whoever was behind this project, they sure did hate a lot—they even went so far as to spell it out all over the back cover of the cassette. And, throughout the songs, you can really tell these guys are busting their asses to sound all scary and hateful—it’s just too darn bad that it’s rendered completely impotent by the inherently retarded bounciness and bopiness of the music! Only three songs and one instrumental on this goofy Goth / Synth / Punk mess and it’s over all too fast. Fun stuff.