Packin’ a 3 guitar sonic assault of guit-box thunder, thrown headlong into a cement mixer of rust belt rebellion and you’ll approximate the fury of Chapstik;  a riff rockin, ass quakin’, soul shakin’ brotha from another mutha,  currently spackling the mean streets of  the Motor City with their vitriolic  brand of thud rock spew….a just-released and as yet undiscovered by the masses gem of a platter has the quaint moniker of  ’Fire!  Die In It.’ Hell hath no fury like a Chapstik scorned! Music to sacrifice Virgins to…

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- TESCO VEE   (The Meatmen, Hate Police)