I gotta ask: who has more fun screaming about violent death and dying than Overkill? Seriously.
At the end of 1989 there could be no more joyously rapturous psalm about annihilation than Bobby’s Ellsworth’s shouts of “eliminate, eliminate!” where voice, energy and tune all effectively convey the band’s fever pitch frustration.
My friends and I all had whiplash by the end of the year!
This is one of the earlier efforts of Overkill – and still one of the best.
Remember: Mirror man make you die!