Copenhagen's Gorilla Angreb played a ragged, boozy mix of old L.A. punk in the style of X and mid-nineties garage scum. Once again the lyrics are impenetrable to me but the sound and sentiment transcend my limited faculties, speaking the universal tongue of rage, sweat, love, and spittle. This is their entire recorded discography minus some live material, and essential listening for keeping out of the cold.
Murda Muzik (2004)
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