(norman) Shanks Welcome to the Camp of the Dark-Meat Fantasy

(norman) Shanks Welcome to the Camp of the Dark-Meat Fantasy
(norman) Shanks hail from the sovereign township of Mono, which is somewhere near Orangeville. It's there on a farm in the middle of nowhere that the (norman) Shanks fine-tuned their bass/drum assault. Despite the lack of members, (norman) Shanks manage to create some big-sounding music, stacking the haunting vocals of Pistolwhip Von Shankenstein over the pounding and deceptively simple drumming of Furious Homecooked. Throw in a bass sound that carries the low-end while still managing, through various effects and such, to convey everything that an additional guitar would and it becomes apparent that more members would only get in the way. Combined with a healthy dose of absurdity, (norman) Shanks have created their finest release to date, as well as one fun ride. (Head on a Plate Records and Meats)