“Nihil Baxter of death – we’re here to chop off heads – prepare for your last breath” the south germoney’s four-piece shouts and exactly this is, what to expect. 18 tracks straight in your fuckin face, just thrashcore without overdosed embellishment. Imagine a chaotic drum beat, furious guitar and bass riffs (man, is this the german spazz?) and an insane see-saw front shouting and you get Mister Baxter. A band named after a Helge Schneider movie is convinced to be awesome anyway. In any case, 9 months after the first practise they provide you with nearly 13 minutes towards our crappy state and it’s secret police, ideals, religion and…never mind! Actually they are anti everything.

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