NUCLEAR BLAST
Maryland’s crossover thrash kings keep their bases loaded
IT’S FAIR TO say that not even Mystic Meg herself would have predicted that these party-loving thrash revivalists would still be making records 21 years after first bursting on the scene in a blaze of bullet belts, beer bongs and broken limbs. While the Virginia quintet may be older, they’re certainly not any wiser. Their mission statement for their seventh full-length remains the same as it was for their first: to leave their listeners with battered eardrums, shattered speakers and a healthy distrust of The Man.
In this era of increased uncertainty, Municipal Waste’s steadfast dedication to penning super-fast, crushing odes to killing sprees, maniacs and boozefuelled keggers is actually oddly comforting and is full of fresh and familiar cuts that can open pits in
