Nasty Savage started in the early eighties and now, after 14 years of absence, they are back, and boy do they suck ass. What a bad idea. How incredibly stupid the lyrics, how incredibly played-out the riffing, how incredibly bad the ill-constructed compositions. To top this vomit-filled cake off, the vocal capacity of mister Ronnie Savage or Nasty Ronnie which reaches no further than the growl of my pet dog after two gallons of beer, provides the icing.

Before you start looking up my address to come torch my house, let me first say the first paragraph was exaggerated. Yes, this CD is quite bad, but it’s not pig-vomit. It is an album very hard to judge, because certain parts make you want to really bash the stupidity of them, other parts actually sound appealing.
The first two songs, aside from sounding edgeless with powerless singing, actually leave me wanting more. Especially the nice solo’s and double-bass drums are good. These songs would deserve a 7.0, but then ‘Anguish’, ‘Human Factor’ and ‘Terminus Maximus’ come.
Bitching
The main riff of ‘Anguish’ is awfully off-key and the parts just don’t fit together. They even introduce some kind of hideous high-pitched voice singing ‘AAAAnguuuuuiissshh!!’. No, no, no. After that, ‘Human Factor’ continues the downfall. The main riff is just plain bad, it sounds like uninspired hardcore. Terminus Maximus, same thing.
Promise
Song six begins quite nicely, with a high speed hardcore riff combined with –this time finally- somewhat powerful vocals.

A good solo in the middle, cool, fast drums and parts that actually fit together make this song deserve a 7.7. Songs seven and eight continue on the hopeful path, with powerful riffing, fast powerdrums and decent singing. Kind of like a speedy Biohazard.
Betrayal
Alas, they do not keep the good work up. The ‘Psycho Psycho’ album is closed of in shitty fashion. Apart from 1.3 good parts per song most of it sounds stupid. The lyrics are truly mind-boggling, because you really don’t understand why they have to be so dumb. Also, when Ronnie, or whatever his name is, tries a grunt, it’s really obvious he can’t do it. If you don’t have the throat, don’t try. Please; it sounds like my 70-year old neighbour attempting to make me stop playing guitar so loudly.

All and all, they should’ve released an EP with four or five songs and should’ve not released a real album before they had at least ten good songs. Advice: Lose the insanely idiotic and campy sounding high-pitched singing, because it is truly humiliating. Lose the –at certain points- dissonant riffs, they don’t fit in with the hardcore-thrash they make. Lose the singer, because Savage Ronnie tries every sort of vocal style in the book, but succeeds at none of them. And: Only record something when you are inspired.