For almost 20 years the unreconstructed punk-rock redneck band Antiseen has been terrorizing audiences with its gimmick as the kings of Destructo Rock. Picture crossbreeding the Ramones, Motorhead, Lynyrd Skynyrd and hardcore-wrestling legend Cactus Jack and you're getting close. Live shows typically feature barbed wire, broken bottles, blood, smoke, fire and a robe made out of rebel flags. Lead singer Jeff Clayton sports one of the best scarred-up wrestler-foreheads since Abdullah the Butcher and his throat probably doesn't look too different - how this guy manages to get any melody or range (both relative concepts with this band) out of his blast-furnace vocal style is a mystery. The new album is the band's first for high-profile streetpunk label TKO. Considering that Antiseen is known for confounding expectations (they've covered songs by a diverse group of artists that includes Curtis Mayfield, Ernest Tubb and Sun Ra), there are few surprises on it: Guitarist Joe Young, recently a Libertarian candidate for a North Carolina House of Representatives seat, sounds like an angry-swarm-of-hornets. Drummer Barry Hannibal lays on the cowbell like he's in a Mountain tribute band. New bassist Doug Canipe throws in some atypical  instrumental filigree with a few busy bass runs but generally sticks to filling out the thick, heavy sound. Songs are mostly fast, direct and hellaciously loud; Six Days on the Road and Broke Down Blues slow it down long enough for the band's honky-tonk country and roadhouse blues influences to move to the forefront. Highlights are the back-to-back wrasslin'-themed tunes Sabu and I'm a Babyface Killer. Sabu, a tribute to the mute pro grappler from Bombay (plausible enough) whose propensity for shooting fireballs and diving through tables makes inviting him to family picnics mandatory, includes plenty of references to the recently departed Extreme Championship Wrestling federation and should make bloodthirsty geeks everywhere wistful with nostalgia. In line with the band's backwoods bad-guy image, Antiseen aren't shy about provoking punk rock's liberal-minded establishment with songs like Animals - Eat 'Em. TKO's distributor, Mordam Records, is known for pushing CDs featuring Noam Chomsky and championing various lefty causes and almost put the kibosh on The Boys from Brutalsville because of the song Melting Pot, a call to end immigration that mitigates itself somewhat with the tongue-in-cheek observation that the band isn't going anywhere "cause we stole this country fair and square." An album that won't make you any friends at the next Food Not Bombs meeting (the cover photo, featuring the band hefting guns, chains and Wild Turkey, is likely to scare off sensitive types anyway), but those who   miss the eclecticism, sense of humor and desire to offend of early American punk should find it damn appealing.
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In the wild world of Antiseen, little has changed in the near-decade and -hundred records since a friend and I were bemused and mildly offended by a 7” of theirs. Alright, so maybe they’ve gotten proper production, wider distribution, and something of a cult following now, but their latest ‘The Boys From Brutalsville’ is as interchangeable as any Antiseen that’s come before or yet to come. Thing is, they – nor their fans, for that matter – wouldn’t have it any other way, and the boys are here to remind us of this fact with this latest dispatch from Brutalsville. Still locked onto their ‘Sex and Outrage’-Motorhead meets Southern-fried punk idiom that’s pretty much theirs and the Hookers’ alone, and (still) with a Molly Hatchet-via-Anal Cunt wholesale lack of political correctness, Antiseen deliver the goods right and left here – as if that was ever the question. A selfsame song dedicated to wrestling cult icon Sabu, another wanting to be ‘Talk Show Trash’, another saluting home-wreckers and wife-beaters (‘I’m a Babyface Killer’), and ‘Melting Pot’ is a hilariously offensive knee-jerk diatribe against immigration and diversity, not to mention a spot-on cover of the Ramones’ ‘Commando’. Really, what else did you expect?
review from Terrorizer magazine

Your sense of decency subconsciously advises you to avoid ANTiSEEN. With a longstanding history that dates back to the '80s, and a cultural motif predicated on Southern pride, whiskey and the infamous advice "shoot first, ask questions later", this is blue collar punk at its finest. ANTiSEEN's unique brand of music walks the fine line between Skynyrd and GG Allin. Night after night, husky vocalist Joe Clayton bashes beer bottles into his skull, leaving him bleeding red, white and blue as he rages on stage like a beleaguered madman. Come across Clayton at a local record convention as he hawks his wares, and you'd never guess this man bleeds for a living. On The Boys From Brutalsville, Clayton and company sound just as primeval as they did on previous recordings, evoking the power of firepower ("Guns Ablazin'") and tenacious anti-government sentiment ("Run My World"). Joe Young's sludged-out guitar paves the way on "Babyface Killer", leaving a trail of battered bodies and irritated eardrums behind it. Sure to rile up any non-backwoods, pro-diversity citizen, "Melting Pot" is like an updated version of SOD's "Speak English or Die". Our fearsome foursome rhetorically wonders why every foreigner can't go back to his or her own respective country. Xenophobic? That's for you to decide. However, ANTiSEEN makes it clear that they really couldn't give a fuck about your opinion, so don't bother arguing with 'em -- unless you're looking for a black eye and a bloody lip. And while this TKO release has its fair share of heated verbal commentary, there's a humorous side to the band as well, demonstrated as they rip into a slowed-down version of The Ramones' classic "Commando". Tongue in cheek blues litters the aptly titled "Broke Down Blues", as Clayton sings about the woes of constant van trouble while on the road, all to the tune of 12 bars. Taken at face value, the majority of these tunes will pique anyone seeking hard-edged rock salvation with grit that could only come from the dirty South.
Will the scars on Clayton's forehead end up skewing your political and social views towards a decisively Republican punk platform? Could ANTiSEEN become the next ultra-conservative threat to the Bush campaign? It's doubtful, but on an entertainment level, this quartet has the uncanny ability to project a distinct view, spilling right-wing diatribe upon the hordes of presumably left-wing punk rockers, who don't know whether to raise their fists in agreement or scoff at the band's uncouth image. And to add to this bonfire of mixed identities, ANTiSEEN provides another batch of 13 tunes from The Boys From Brutalsville that can be taken either for sheer Southern punk rock amusement or as disgusting examples of trailer trash theses on the decrepit state of America's cultural renaissance.
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Older than dirt and twice as ugly, North Carolina's ANTiSEEN were cranking out revved up white trash boogie long before Nashville Pussy discovered beer, speed, and porn. The Boys From Brutalsville is their 50-something release, yet they dont seem to have lost a step after 18 years of low-rent caterwauling. The South's answer to Motorhead, Antiseen are unapollegetically loud, profane, and abrasive. "Fuck, fuck, fuck the fucking place, fuck fuck fuck the human race," offers overall-wearing front man Jeff Clayton on the bulldozing "Run My World." Clayton's matter-of-fact redneck poetry is priceless. "We went over like a fart, a big, old smelly fart in a crowded elevator," he bellows reflectively on "Broke Down Blues," and he later recalls, "We broke down in Homer, Aint talking about no Simpsons, aint talking about O.J., I'm talking Homer, Lousianna." Elsewhere he salutes extreme wrestling on "I'm a Babyface Killer" and brilliantly skewers Springer show guests on "Talk Show Trash" as his bandmates thrash away with relentless glee. A menacing cover of The Ramones "Commando" is a brilliant addition to this deliciously demented effort. Grade: A -
review from Mean Street/Peter Atkinson

This is definitely a Southern band. Jerry Springer fans will rejoice in the lyrical topics of this CD (truck drivers, wrasslin, talk shows). This South Carolina band has been around for over 18 years now and this is their first CD in 5 years. A sense of humor is required in listening to this CD, especially in their "speak english or die" style lyrics of "Melting Pot." Musically it's your basic down and dirty Southern style rock n roll with an added punk intensity. This was a little too trailer trash for me but they do have one of the catchiest ready-made singles in "Run My World", if only for those darn curse words.
review from The Final Word
YYYYHEEEEE HAW! This is bucksnortin, guns ablazin talk show white trash, whiskey sluggin' southern fried heavy metal. Hot tempered and all fired up, these guys rock it out with a very hoarse but pleasently groovin bad boy beat. Lots of foul mouth, rebel gutter lyrics screamed over top of tire squeelin' drag races and Sabu-style moonsault drum beats. Shots of rockabilly blues are slugged down and barfed out in ugly new criminal conocotions. All balls and no brains, this music will knock you down and spit in your eye "jus' cause yer different". Still, its pretty enjoyable if you dont pay too much attention. I was pretty thrilled with their rendition of "Commando" by the Ramones. Sloppy, but satisfying.
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I need help here, are these guys British? I cant tell. There's a lot of British slang flying around on the press release, but they look and sound like illegitimate love child of .38 Special and the Stooges. The most important thing I can tell you about this disc is that you have to play it really loud. Seriously. If you keep it low, it sounds like shit for some reason. But once you turn it up, problem solved. The mix is pretty good here, but personally, I think the guitar an especially the bass tone are horrid. They sound way too processed, and not loose enough. The piano on "Six Days on the Road" is a really nice touch; I didn't really expect it. Aside from the tones, I think all the songs could move a little faster. "Sabu" has a good place, and if they all went about that speed or faster, Id like it a lot more. Other than that, "Broke Down Blues" has a couple of funny lines about farts in it, and "Talk Show Trash" is a little too gimmicky for its own good. Overall, this is some good, all-around mailbox smashing rock and roll.
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They ain't kidding with AntiSeen… and how bout "AntiHeard" while we're at it?
These guys have been around eighteen years and are said to have fifty records under their bellies… um, belts.
Well I'll be the first to congratulate their longevity; they must be doing something right. But aside from hearing the name passed here and there I had no clue they've done this much... even more surprisingly, listening to the vocals-a term I'd use very loosely-how did the singer's vocal cords manage to hold out for even two records let alone, all these? "Boys From Brutalsville" is chrome-plated beer-swilling, pig-slicing Punk Rock, barroom Blues… war-torn Metal, or basically every endearing quality that a band like Motorhead could  whistle and piss their way to their much acclaimed infamy… there's little difference.
Now imagine Motorhead meets Molly Hatchet somewhere in a back alley way after a long night of drinking and suddenly they all break into song… like that would happen? But hypothetically, I can't think of a better likeness to draw to exemplify AntiSeen's style-pure  raunch, driven to a filthy excess, they'll grab you by the throat and throttle the Hell out of you till you're left knocky-kneed and trembling with fear.
You got four pissed off looking guys from down South that looked like they climbed straight outta the wrestling ring and into the album cover credits-bad ass backwoodsmen in the finest Rob Zombie poses and dripping with an anarchistic quality the likes of something way back outta the early days of C.O.C… and I'd dare say if C.O.C.'s progression went anything the way of these guys, there wouldn't be a soul left to bitch about their latest mellowing out phase.
Southern charm gets kicked in the balls and swept quickly under the counter moments into "Guns Ablazin'," "Run My World," an I'll be damned rant about callous law makers and their poorly run state operations… or something to that extent…. "Smoke & Fire," and "Broke Down Blues" dull the roar ever so slightly with a slow moving swamp swim put to '70s style Southern Rock and Blues with nary a hint of Skynyrd or the Allman's for miles… there's entirely too much inebriated excess involved for either of those two… though that's not to suggest their road-side culture was one of… good conduct?
And there's a bruising cover of an often overlooked but incredible Ramones' tune, "Commando," a head-flattening measure by anyone's standards and unsurprisingly a perfect fit   here…And forget trying to fill in the lyrical spaces left over from the original, it just ain't gonna happen here.
AntiSeen, they ain't been seen in days-five years since "Here To Ruin Your Groove" anyway-but when they do decide to show up, whoever or whatever's still left standing will damn well know they were there-and would be best advised to receive some immediate counseling!
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Merciful heavens. Well there goes my belief system. If this isn't enough Southern hostility to make you wanna lock yourself in the outhouse, to shit yourself for the next 2 days, then mister you're a better man than I. For 18 years these scum fucks have been getting away with pretty much everything, if it's not ragging on immigrants, it's artist depictions of topless Negro women hanging off Rebel flag clad vocalist, Jeff Clayton. But sometimes when something rocks hard enough nothing else seems to hold any meaning. Throwing in a cover of `Commando' by Ramones doesn't hurt either. It's like a totally Americanized version of Motorhead.
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Ass-fucker, mother-fucker, cock-sucker trying to run my world...
I'm saddened by the idea that there are people out in this crazy world that take bands like Antiseen seriously and don't find them to be completely repulsing, comical, and even kind of depressing. Finding inspiration in this style of extreme shock and tough-guy posturing makes me want to stay very far away from the punk rock world. Which, looks like I'm doing just that, I just saw that Antiseen is actually playing in Portland tonight. How weird to think that these scary hick southerners are in my fair city inspiring some meat heads to pump their fists and scream along.
After hearing the horribly racist lyrics of "Melting Pot", I will not be listening to any more of this CD. This band is stupid, fucked up and should be eradicated from the punk scene. I implore you to NOT purchase it.
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South Carolina Confederacy of Scum lords Antiseen deliver another bloody spectacle of rock-and-roll savagery with The Boys From Brutalsville, the musical analogue of a Wrestlemania cage match fought with chainsaws and crowbars. Self-abusing mouthpiece Jeff Clayton sticks with what he knows best -- that's fire, guns, white trash and cutthroat retribution -- and when he leads the boys in shouts of "Suicide! Homicide! Genocide!" he sounds like he means it. A guitar-blazing, ass-kicking antidote to all the woeful whimpering from Coldplay, Radiohead and all the rest of the sad-sack pop celebs.
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Well, shit. It was obviously a gimme that this was gonna be one of my favorite records of the year, if for no other reason than Antiseen paid proper blood-encrusted tribute to the suicidal, homicidal genocidal Sabu in, well, "Sabu." That fucker revolutionized professional wrestling and should be remembered for both his innovative spots and high-flying spots, and his willingness to wrap himself in barbed wire and dive on Terry Funk. Didn't Sabu glue a wound shut in mid-match once? Doesn't Jeff Clayton have almost as many gigs on his forehead as Steve Corino? But damn, that's rock and roll, if I ever had a band it would be mandatory for every member to bleed/blade every night. Fucking striking visual, that Jeff Clayton. Unfortunately, there were two little caveats that got in the way of my total listening experience. First of all, the production was a little on the weak side. Man, those guitars should have been caked in dirt, blood, and broken glass, and that distortion needed to be thicker and more evil. So I don't know, that's the little complaint out of the way. Now for the wussbag complaint. Um, the lyrics to "Melting Pot" and "Talkshow Trash" were… well, listen, I like Agnostic Front and Burzum and even Graveland… but maybe, just maybe, those lyrics were just a little cringe-worthy. And I wasn't like offended or anything, they just seemed even more caricatured than the rendering of the band on the inside cover. It's like this, these lyrics bother me for the same reason that Cannibal Corpse lyrics bother me, yet Exhumed and Nuclear Death and Necrophagia lyrics don't bother me. Oh well, awkward hand wringing aside, you'd be hard pressed to find a better Ramones cover than "Commando," better road blues songs than "Six Days on the Road" and "BrokeDown Blues," and you would never find better wrestling songs than "Sabu" and (YEAH) "Babyface Killer." In the end, blood is cool, wrestling is cool, long hair is cool, offending people is very cool, but the fucking coolest thing of all is creating a body of music that withstands the test of time and trend. Antiseen thusly passes on all counts.
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I really get all excited when I come home and I have some CDs waiting for review. But when I put the ANTiSEEN's new cd in, my excitement turned into distain and anger. This is total crap! Unoriginal "destructo rock" as they call it, reminds me more of a trailer trash version of Motorhead mixed with a little Skynrd for good measure. But believe me, this is nothing compared to those two bands. This is just boring and generic. Im sure all the politically correct will enjoy the heart warmer entitled, "Melting Pot". That song is about the evils of foreigners in the good ol' USA, you might like it if you enjoy total abandon of rationality, compassion, or thought. The music sucks, the lyrics suck, this band sucks. Am I missing something? How can a band like this sustain over ten years? Someone please tell me what there is to like about these turd burglers, because right now I am at a loss. I will give it a two because there is a song dedicated to Sabu. BTW, this cd is dedicated in memory of Dale Earnhardt.
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Wow, Amazing! Most likely the most risky release TKO Records has put out thus far. A lot of the PC Police across the nation were upset about the honesty and frustration of the lyrics written within' this record. I do think TKO took the easy way out by not printing the lyrics! The song melting pot must have the blood boiling of label mates Those Unknown who ironically have their review right underneath this! Every time I think punk rock has finally died, something like this comes along and reminds me that punk rock will never die, sure it may pass out drunk for a few years at a time but it always seems to make it's way back. Brutal Honesty and awesome guitar mayhem make this a great release. I also like anything that pisses of the politically correct. Tracks that stand out are Melting Pot (as agnostic front says about their track Public Assistance, the same thing could be said about this song.. "this song isn't racist it's the god damn truth"- Roger Miret.) The awesome ramones cover of Commando, Broke Down Blues and Talk Show Trash. However most every song here packs a violent punch. Piss off your local PC Police today and blast this from the rooftops! BOTTOM LINE: A great fucking release not to be ignored! LONG LIVE THE CONFEDERACY OF SCUM!!!!
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The pride (or dirge) of the Carolinas, AntiSeen has been kicking up dirt and shit for as long as I can remember.  While there is no denying AntiSeen’s brand of pig-fucker rock and roll comes across with genuine ferocity and bad attitude, ‘The Boys From Brutalsville’ is testament to a band that remains entrenched in their simplistic uncompromising style.  And what the fuck does that mean?  Well…if you liked AntiSeen before, you will find ‘The Boys From Brutalsville’ just as satisfying as ‘Eat More Possum’.  If you hated AntiSeen before, you will find more than ample ammo to fire off your words of distaste for their boogie woogie.  And if you were on the fence, like yours truly, you may find yourself falling over the fuckin’ post and into the yard of indifference. The vocal equivalent of lead-Bosstone Dicky Barrett and Motorhead Lemmy will lull you to your Harley with tales of America under seige amid some rather surly bar-rock that embodies the GG Allin drunk-punk spirit and “I don’t give a fuck” attitude.  But for all it’s Southern-Fried, mentality, AntiSeen, come across as just another ugly sounding rock band who’s tolerance level is about as deep as their rehashed Skynyrd riffs and Bad Company bootie rock.  I mean, nice fuckin’ cowbell (“Smoke & Fire”)…or hows about’ some rehashed blues stripper rock of “Broke Down Blues”.  Frankly, other than a bad attitude, I have no idea why TKO would even bother…With bands like The Forgotten, The Reducers SF, hell…their whole roster for shit sake, TKO needs to put out AntiSeen like we need another boy band at the top of the charts.  And the more one listens to ‘The Boys From Brutalsville’ (with the exception of the awesome Vietnam-themed “Commando”), the less it has to offer.  The Twisted Sister cowbell-intro of “SOD” (and psuedo-Motorhead riffs that follow) do nothing to salvage AntiSeen from the travesty of the first 7 tracks.  Jesus this is horrible…much like listening to something like Buckcherry or any number of formula butt-rock bands playing at the local watering hole near you.  Granted, there are a couple of dim lights of hope (the aforementioned “Commando”, “SABU”), but sitting through a bevy of swamp rock is far from worth the effort…While AntiSeen are praised by many for their authentic ferocity, ‘The Boys From Brutalsville’ comes across more like a comedy album with the band playing the lunk-headed caricatures of themselves.  It’s no surprise that lyrics are absent (though “what’s a matter babyface, spill your blood all over the place” is an easy rhyme to make out (“I’m A Babyface Killer”).  Or how about “I want to be the black woman on the TV talk show…movin’ my head to and fro’ (“Talk Show Trash”).  While it’s clear AntiSeen are making fun of such crap like TV talk shows, their simplistic and vapid approach to such topics makes them seem more like prime candidates for a guest spot, rather than jokesters.  If you are hard-up for mediocre, mid-tempo boogie punk n roll, here is a perfect CD to drop in when your wondering what GG Allin would have sounded like had he ended up on Hee-Haw.  Egads…if this is what eatin’ possum does to you, go vegan….I’m gonna go listen to Motorhead, cause at least they fuckin’ rock.
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If the idea of the Southern Rock of bands like Lynyrd Skynyrd and Molly Hatchet, which combine the South’s tradition of backwater dullness with rock’n’roll standards, wasn’t detestable enough, AntiSeen takes the Southern-Rock idiom into the punk world and comes up with a thoroughly embarrassing album with The Boys From Brutalsville.
It should be no surprise that the reverence for Southern Rock would eventually seep into punk rock even though the two styles are theoretically miles apart, but the extent AntiSeen parades every one of the dumb Southerner stereotypes on this album is appalling. Whether the band shouts out an anti-gun control anthem that’d make Charleton Heston proud ("Guns Ablazin’") or rekindles the "don’t tell me what to do" autonomy behind the standoff of Fort Sumter ("Run My World"), the South Carolina-based act couldn’t be more of a bunch of good ol’ boys. Thrown over a sloppy blend of blues rock ("Broke Down Blues") and mouth-breather metal/punk ("Six Days on the Road"), everything about the band screams backwoods ignorance.
While such a hayseed mentality would be simply annoying, the blatant racism of "Melting Pot" takes AntiSeen out of the realms of irking to outright offensive. As if jockeying to become the Klan’s next Grand Wizard, the band urges all non-Caucasians to leave the States in a disgusting show of xenophobia. A cover of The Ramones’ "Commando," when placed next to such blatant right-wing extremism, suddenly has all its tongue-in-cheek humor siphoned out of it and becomes strangely ominous.
On the basis of free speech, AntiSeen should be allowed to say whatever it wants, but this is still a blemish on TKO Records and an affront to the bands on its roster actively working against such right-wing agendas (The Generators, Those Unknowns) as well as its Japanese signing, Thug Murder. While the label may not actively endorse messages of hate, it’s culpable in giving AntiSeen a voice. Hopefully the label will quickly come to its senses and distance itself from such trash and get back to the business of intelligent punk rock that it’s better known for.
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South Carolina's ANTiSEEN play a dirty, backwoods, whiskey-guzzling, inbred American version of Motörhead-style punk rock, with a twinge of country and blues. I imagine these guys play their gigs in a shack in the woods instead of in any club within walking distance of a street light. They like guns, pro-wrestling, Nascar, Wild Turkey, bib overalls, as well as every other trashy American cultural icon, and they're damn proud of it.As amusing as this album is, other bands such as Nashville Pussy, Speedealer, and the Dwarves have a leg up in terms of rock ferocity. ANTiSEEN just come off sounding really drunk, and come off looking sort of hokey. The album (which is dedicated to #3 Dale Earnhardt) cover features the band in a menacing pose, with memebers brandishing a gun, a chain, a barbed-wire halo, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. Lead singer Jeff Clayton actually poses with a steak for his photo on the inside of the liner. The lyrical content includes songs about guns, ECW wrestler Sabu, talk shows, America, and general reflections on the less positive sides of life and love.Although the album's cheese quotient is high, ANTiSEEN's The Boys From Brutalsville does contain some damn fine rock moments. The groovy, jammy, organ-laden rendition of Screamin Lord Sutch's "Smoke and Fire" would be a radio hit in a more just world. They also do a bang-up job on a version of The Ramones' "Commando". Originals standouts include "Sod" and "Sabu", and the ultra foul-mouthed "Run My World." This would be the perfect thing to listen to while sitting in the woods, getting violently drunk on moonshine. I can't say that this album is anything spectacular, but the white trash part of me understands.
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Full-throated and brimming with attitude, Antiseen churns out meaty punk anthems like Motorhead did some 20 years ago.A throwback and yet, Antiseen might also be a vision of the future. After all, what goes around comes around. And anyway, these boys aren't retreads. They have their style of ripping off huge pieces of the riff.That is, by the way, what's going on here. The band settles into a solid, heavy guitar line and then Jeff Clayton starts howling. Even on the brilliant cover of "Six Days on the Road," which features piano on the opening verse, the guitars eventually kick in.Basic, very basic. But with a style and verve and simple crudeness that few can approach. Antiseen isn't trying to please anyone except the members of the band. Oftentimes, that's good enough to make a whole lot more people happy.
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Fast punk Rock n Roll with vocals sounding something similar to Motorhead, Al Barr or Dicky Barrett. Their bio says they have 50 albums out but I haven't heard any, but that doesn't really mean anything. On the cover of their album, these guys look likes guys you shouldn't mess with. The first track "Guns Ablazin" sets the CD off to a good start. I like the organs thrown into some of the songs. There's a couple of good songs on here along with a Ramones cover of "Commando." If you like vocals like Dicky Barrett's, you know," the drink whiskey, smoke lots of cigarettes" vocals then you like this!- Bryan
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Antiseen is one of those fun lovin', gun totin', free lovin', wrestling watchin', beer guzzlin' punk bands that would scare old ladies in the supermarket and cause havoc in most social circumstances. Their 3 chord attack is chock full of ethnocentric tough guy-isms ("Melting Pot") and contains more testosterone than Hulk Hogan's needle and syringe set ("I'm A Babyface Killer", "Sabu"). Short on class but long on attitude, Antiseen isn't a band that's going to save the world, but they'll make you run for cover with their expletive ramblings and simple yet effective musical approach.
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