Shit Parrot. That's what this is. A Shit Parrot. A parrot that can only verbalize the sounds of a shit being taken. This vocalist is easily in the top ten for most terrible sounding persons. Or he may have strep throat. In either case, I don't like his style. Some will, and that's fine, but I'd prefer to listen to a thousand lions dying of impalement or a wailing infant through a fucking megaphone than this guy.

Beyond that, there is pretty much as little as you can get. Ultra-fast Punky Thrash riffs and songs barely two minutes long - possibly two minutes too long. No leadwork, no bass soloing, no nothing. Just some scratchy dickhead shrieking into a mic over a pedal riff.

No music needs to be as complex and as intricate as Mozart to be good, it just needs a basic quality it does well. Have a good melody, catchy lines or motifs, great leadwork. Something. Anything.

SHIT PARR - I mean KING PARROT has none of that. Do yourself a favour, if you happen upon this album amidst the aisles at your local purveyor of musical goods, and are considering it as a purchase, don't. You can get the same experience from shouting at the top of your lungs while scratching a fork across a ceramic plate really fast.