Zeke might’ve been absent for years, but ‘Hellbender’ suggests the time away sure hasn’t cooled their fire one iota. Things are, in fact, pretty much the same as they ever were, and it’d be easy to imagine any one of these tracks tumbling groggily off of ‘Dirty Sanchez’ or ‘Kicked In The Teeth’ and slurringly asking what the hell you think you’re looking at before hitting you in the side of the head with a beer bottle. As such things are fast (very fast), frantic (very frantic) and mean (very mean), roaring along like a biker gang Rip-Offs deeply in hock to Motörhead and gleefully gunning the engine as they speed towards a police roadblock and what can only be a bullet-strewn, asphalt-smeared oblivion.
