Review

Little in the way of stumbles and no real clunkers to speak of

If you’re looking for a soundtrack for punching Nazis in 2017, you might have just found it

A series of gut instincts, bloody rumbles, and quick thrills, exploded into ruby red projection screens for all the world to see

A winsome curiosity, and fitting tribute to a lost underground composer

Beware of shit band names

Stop me if you’ve heard this one.