i’m not saying the Thunderskulls album sounds like monster magnet (although it totally does, if you count Wyndorf’s ‘89 demo Forget about
life i’m High on Dope), but i am saying that it feels like monster magnet; like the throbbing cosmic brainchild of some zonked-out, low-life black leather Jesus and his beer-guzzling disciples writing scripture with broken guitars and hissing amplifiers.
This is some dynamite shit, vicious and tough and scary and hilarious all at once. and while snotty teenage asshole rockers like BmF (Do as i Please) and Waiting To
Die might sound familiar, it’s impossible to pinpoint exactly where they’re coming from. They could be into sabbath, they could be into the crüe, or maybe mudhoney, or they could hate everything you love, for all i know. But every track is a total mind-frying jammer, and The Thunderskulls are the new kings of scuzz. That much is certain.
The Tunderskulls: the new kings of scuzz.