Wednesday, September 29, 2010
RAZOR shotgun justice (1990)
Razor, hailing from Guelph, Ontario, Canada.
Ah yes, shotgun justice. Not too many of us get a chance in our time on this wretched wasteglobe to really exercise some good fun. What I'm talking about is shotgun justice. And what I'm talking... about is peeling back half the skin from that ol' face to reveal the secret skull lurking beneath, opening up that mean leather jacket to reveal a hazy, mildly rippled midsection replete with one huge VORTEX of a naval, dusting off Debby (he's named the gun, I think), painting maybe one pinky with wood-brown nail polish, and really letting something (what was that stain, a seagull?) have it. I mean, the half-skull isn't even GRINNING! For God's sake, will somebody just give us some shotgun justice for God's... sake? Sacred Thrash at the turn of The Last Decade done real Crossover fast and ripening the decibel-ed air for a certain Municipal Waste. Ripening and ripening. Lyrics go something like "Roses are red, violets are blue, if I'm buying bullets, they surely are for you" you get the picture. Razor. Shotgun Justice, guys.
SONG TITLE HIGHLIGHTS: "Miami", "Cranial Stomp", and let us not forget "Shotgun Justice"