On Pass Out City, this bunch of Swiss low lives in ski-masks, blast out fast, catchy, razor-punk with threatening titles like Punch You In The Throat and Fuck The Cops (And Fuck U2). I love it. I’m in no doubt that hanging out with these lunatics for more than half an hour would be a complete disaster, but that’s not my problem.
Bad Mojos - Pass Out City album review
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