A bunch of Geordies having fun, playing speedy, punky metal and kind of having a bit of a laugh with it. Yet they somehow manage to help create the genre of speed metal, and to spawn (or at least to help christen) a new, dark, twisted subgenre of metal that would go on to take itself and its church-burning far too seriously.
This album starts with the drummer cutting through a metal door with a chainsaw (according to the book... and it does sound like that's what's happening) and once the music gets going, the acoustics make it sound like it was recorded in a cave. All of this helps give the music on the album a special, feral charm.
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