If I allow myself to be influenced by the band name, I end up in the middle of a supermarket robbery. Mean faces in fucked up leather jackets swinging chains and clubs through the shelves. Everything that hasn't reached its expiration date yet is chopped to pieces.
A small feral monster seems to be heading the raid. The battle calls are shouted down the aisles with such force that even the freezer chicken is shaking. He's driving the gang like a hound dog. I bet this guy would even bite through a muzzle from the inside.
On the music side it sounds like they also completely tore down the punk section of my record collection and looted their way through the subgenres.
The whole affair goes ahead well! While I throw my fist in the air rhythmically, I suddenly realise I'm sitting alone in my room. This is adrenaline and the thrill of destruction at the push of a button. Attack
