Ravagers
On the Loose
(Self-issued)
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To this writer's mind, Metallic blast-force bombardments, though already often worth pursuit, are wrought most delectably when infused with the concussive ire only Punk can manifest. Now before us is a hot-wire example.
The instruments themselves bear no blame for the devastation perpetrated by their no-bullshit handlers. Having crafted airtight diatribes, the Baltimorians hurl them like bombs. Sneered vocals lend aptly raffish flourish.
A lieutenant tore free the printer dispatch. He ran to the chief's office.
"Chief! Chief!"
The grizzled 30-year veteran looked up from his paperwork. "Boy, you know better than to run in here..."
"I know, sorry!" The aide gulped for breath. "But this is BIG!"
The chief reclined. "Let me be the judge."
His hand shaking, the lieutenant handed over the dispatch.
"RAVAGERS?!" The chief nearly fell off his chair. "RAVAGERS ARE COMIN' HERE?!"
His shoulders slumped, the chief trudged to the window. "Real peaceful town, we used to have..."
Recommended: "Public Hell," "Razor Love," "Total Crime," "Dogs," "Poison Rite," "Night Of the Bastard," "Wicked Bones"
Videos: promo "Dogs" (official video) live (29:02)
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