The begin with: the album, in order. Kill All Hippies, Accelerator, Exterminator and Swastika Eyes is a hell of way to start an album, songs of ‘civil disobedience’ and ‘empty heads and cancelled eyes’ where ‘my soul ain’t satisfied’, carrying promises of hitting the accelerator ‘into the future’. While the band don’t quite possess the guitar onslaught of old, when the blitzkrieg could rattle your teeth, and any band would miss Mani and his uniquely pulverising groove bass, the songs still sound fresh and vital. Pills, with Gillespie rapping about drug annihilation, ending with the lyrics, ‘such aa scenic syphilitic, psycho-parasitic, sub-mosquito, sick libido, fucked up, you’re a sick fuck,’ well it weirdly puts a big smile on faces here.
