Massacre on my mind. After listening our downstairs neighbor yelling on the phone, his walking, his banging, rattling, clinking, drilling, continuous furniture moving around the apartment, his arguing with his wife in the middle of the night.. for months. The only word in my mind is massacre. In other words this record (played loud) has helped me a little to keep me sane. I found this nearly pristine copy from the local record dealer (it’s from his personal collection) and it was obvious must buy.
Oh boys & girls, those were the days. Death metal as it’s best.