If Black Flag and Ministry and The Melvins had never existed and, furthermore, if it suddenly became attractive to make plangent, impossibly repetitive music with virtually incomprehensible lyrics/vocals, then (and only then) would Die Princess Die be embraced by the punk zeitgeist as brilliant or tolerable.But if you can skip through their initial freakouts and make it to the grinding orgasm of “The Racer” and similar whirling punkcore epics, then you will find that Lions Eat Lions is not all that different from the groundbreaking punk classics you devoured in the early-80’s when it was far less trendy to whine, wail, spit and convulse than it is today. The glittery bestiality-tinged cover art is a nice bonus as well.
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