“It's pretty weird that there are no bands like the Jesus Lizard around anymore. Their formula isn't difficult to figure out-- herculean, face-punching bass, meatgrinding guitars, lumber-and-cement drums, and a reckless, penis-exposing singer who gargles the microphone. (Though, some Jersey kids in Rye Coalition have almost cracked the code.)
The absense of cacophonous, piss-drinking, steel-chewin”
