Spray is the ideal background music for (pick and choose) a room trashing
session, a throwing the plates session, a setting the neighbourhood on
Alternatively, you can turn the volume of the stereo up to the «maximum»
mark, and dance until you cannot stand up anymore. Here in England, we
would say that this album «kicks ass» but don’t repeat
it aloud, as we are a family-friendly website. The masters of ceremony
are four guys who have something against the whole world, and they are
damn right to. Rob is singing and playing the guitar, Monti is in charge
of programming, Mud and Kevin join them on stage as bassist for the former
and noises and beats for the latter.
Spray comes to us straight from industrial Hell on which Trent Reznor
governs, as a knowing and masterful dictator. A violent, claustrophobic
album, there’s no time wasted on useless and pretentious effects.
The sounds are raw and aggressive, the lyrics are short, sharp and vindictive,
death wishes and spells cast on anonymous preys (Problem), blasphemous
anti-religious ranting good enough to make Marilyn Manson jealous…
The ghost of Nine Inch Nails is never too far away, and the band
is obviously under their (positive) influence.