The Good The Bad And The Zugly
Anti World Music
(Fysisk Format)
Hailing from the Norwegian capitol of Olso, The Good The Bad And The Zugly are self-confessed scum punk revivalists. They are dirty, nasty, smelly and sound like something rotting in the crotch of GG Allin’s jockstrap. So who better to produce their debut album than Turbonegro degenerate Tommy Manboy? It’s safe to say he was the perfect choice of producer (was this actually produced? It sounds like he mainly just helped the band spit beer over the mixing desk) and has captured twelve songs of snotty, high-speed gutter punk that shares a needle full of cider with the likes of The Dwarves and Zeke and then jabs it right in your eye.
First off, you might be wondering what the fuck a zugly is? Well, it’s the bass player’s nickname and you can bet he ain’t pretty. Just like the music. And the lyrics. “Out in the park, smoking doobies with the good, the bad and the zugly groupies – call the cops, I don’t give a fuck!” You get the picture. This is distorted, cop baiting, phlegm flicking, snot sucking dirty arse punk rock n’roll.
Fucking filthy. And a lot of fun.
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