Recorded in 1979, at the Austin club Raul's, this album has long been unavailable, but post-punk punkers can take heart thanks to the ongoing DejaDisc reissue program. It's all here; bashing guitars, inane posturing, post-World War pre-apocalyptic lyrics, and the gratuitous use of German to indicate an implied hip brave-new-world blank-generation-cool-without-responsibility in the face of an increasingly chaotic world. If you like music with no purpose, this album is for you. Just don't pretend that it's good.
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AllMusic Review by Richard Meyer