It’s hard to even describe the feeling I get while playing this album. Eerie, dark, bizarre, irreverent, and sinister are words that come to mind when the music hits my ears. This is the soundtrack of an industrial wasteland in decay. This is the sound of urban ruins and mind’s gone mad. Sometimes I want music that makes me hurt; music that feeds into my minds darkest place. To call this album anything less than a masterpiece would be a disservice. Northeast Ohio Punk reigned supreme over nearly everyone in the mid to late 70s. Anyone who disagrees is a blissfully oblivious buffoon. People from the Rust Belt that hear these tracks will feel them penetrate and tangle their veins in the sickest way possible. Ladies and degenerates, this is Cleveland Confidential.
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