Scheduled Beating

Fronted by quite possibly the only cro-magnon man still alive on this planet this band is a bludgeoning force against beer snobbery, fashion fags, dreadlocked america hating hippies, and all other subspecies that should have been pulled out before birth with a wire hanger. At the same time the presence of this juggernaut can be felt through their hymns of comradery, brotherhood, and cheap beer consumption. With riffage that could only be described as that which only could come from the fiery pits of the 7th layer of hell, bass lines that will make you lick a man's ass-hopefully PJ's and war drums that sound and feel as though an earthquake and a nuclear war are happening within centimeters from your cerebral cortex. In short you should probably wear a helmet with a drool cup when subjecting yourself to this massacre of the senses. BEWARE!!! BEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAARRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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