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New: Embed this album on your own site! Not for the faint of heart or those with delicate dispositions. While Party Patrol from the Indiana foursome Pizzle doesn't come with this warning stated on it, it probably should. This is no-holds-barred in-your-face punk rock. Drop tuned, sped up and shouted at top volume. Looking for songs about lost relationships, emotional turmoil or just plain old love? Look elsewhere. From the opening note, Party Patrol kicks you in the gut, hands you a beer and says "Let's blow something up" with songs like "Wet Brain" and the classically named "Tammy Ate a Bad Piece of Pork." Grinding guitars, pounding drums, pulsing bass, and a throaty growl all lend to give this album a hint of early Black Flag or even the Misfits, and frankly, that isn't a bad thing at all. So grab a tallboy, turn up the volume and get ready to snap your neck to Pizzle and Party Patrol.
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