this band has a totally boring band name. death fortress? seriously, fellas? i can just imagine the conversation that led up to that name. "guys, the show is on thursday. we seriously need to decide on a name. rick, i already told you, i am not cool with calling the band sacraficial enema, ok? just drop it. wait, what? you told the booker we were called death fortress? are you serious? because my mom's basement is like a death fortress. funny, rick, really, i'm in stitches. look, we're lucky she even lets us practice here. fuck it, you guys don't even care, so why should i?" the cover artwork looks like they asked for something that blends m.c. escher with scooby doo. the count chocula font is certainly a classic look, if that's what you're going for. but guess what guys. guys? this album rips. unlike so many bands who sound so squeaky clean that it feels like their album just got back from a visit to the dentist, this band sounds like they are in the room with you ready to tear you a new one. dig it.
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