7 Hours after a drunken boast, 4 members of two of your favorite fuckin’ bands (or at least they should be) stumble into Lipstick Studios, Switzerland. Fueled by last night’s hangovers, more lager, nicotine, and cheese they toss out six glorious sonic slices of prime time, pedal to the motherfuckin’ metal overdriven, OD1 Scandi garage noise – smashing strings and skins, and yellin’ as if their bullshit lives depended upon it (which, readers, you should know full well that they DO). M.F.F.F.M.F..