Bill's Psychotic Mother Meat to Please You

A true headache, reaching levels only bands from the great white north can seem to easily attain. This lil' bastard is kinda a mix of funny techno you hear blasting out of gross bars, somewhat Danzig-ish vocals and a mess of guitars and keyboard sounds swirling around in the background. Things take a turn for the gutter when those high Chili Pepper funk notes show up and the rapping starts, lyrics like "when I can't fuck, I kill" come on and then I save myself any further annoyance and turn it off. (Freeload)