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Heavy, gritty melodies and ruthless rhythm pummeling become Zen Guerilla. The singer does that East Coast, Gospel, "yeah-yeah" thing that seems to drive girls in shaggy black haircuts crazy. Winding guitars unravel haunting noises that howl and beg for mercy, as blistering leads chase them around the space of the songs like a dirty old man running after a young lady in a seedy nightclub. Perfect music to listen to while having sex or working on your car. |