When der 'Frax frash old-skool style they make the Prodge, Chems and Atari Teenage Riot sound wimpy, smelly and old...
If you played an early Anthrax LP on your in-car stereo, your nodding dog’s heart would explode – KERBLAM! All over the rear window! Ugh! What a mess!
But dinosaurs no longer rule the earth! Men have walked on the moon! You can no longer have a top night out in London’s swank West End for under a farthing and still have enough change left over for a bag of chips. So [I]pleeeeeeeeeease[/I], Anthrax, do not walk onstage exposing your knobbly knees by wearing those oh-so early-’80s baggy skateboarding shorts. You’re old men! Have some dignity!
Still, first UK gig for three years! And when Der Frax frash old-skool style they make the Prodge, Chems and Atari Teenage Riot sound wimpy, smelly and old. But when they, er, innovate like with the dreadful new single, ‘Inside Out’, Anthrax remind us that they’re not only the offspring of Punk Mk 1 but also the bastard children of the fuckawful New Wave Of British Heavy Metal. Boo.
Bollocks. When Frax rock they rule. OFFICIAL! It’s ugly – all testicles, strained intestines and adrenaline-overdosed heart beats. The Grand National run by mad chimp-ridden velociraptors on crack. Hey, Frax! Pele was shit at cricket! Who cares? Just knock off the clever bollocks and rock. We’ll not love you any the less.