End: The Sick Generation

'she's always been a reckless chick who drives too fast, skis too fast and takes too many risks'

charles pierce strikes again. this album goes far beyond his previous full length release 'the sounds of disaster', adding fresh remixer’s blood and
exciting stylistic variations to end's remember-the-sixties-easy-listening-electrock'n'roll-bastardazation.

a marvellous aural rollercoaster ride of twanging guitars, scratches, soul horn blasts, surf sound, hecq, the trashmen, clicks, orchestral strings, cuts, breakcore, a progressive rock organ, heavy john-bonham-like drums, rap vocals, mad ep, a sitar, ambient synth strikes, donna summer, reggae beats, duran duran duran, shredded vocals, a wah-wah trumpet, drop the lime, swans, a canned foetus, the real one and only foetus himself and a knife for mrs. miller in nearly sixty minutes!

just imagine the great russ meyer (if he was still with us) planning a new masterpiece by the name of 'the sick generation': this might be the soundtrack. 'bang bang boom boom!'.