The last album before
Allin's death is his last opus of stale, uninspired punk riffs, egomania, violence, depravity, and universal hatred. All of the lyrics were written during his term in Jackson State Prison. The production is actually somewhat clear, but this unfortunately makes him sound like a deranged Muppet on many tracks. Still, this is a must for fans, as the package includes remembrances, copies of his birth and death certificates, and a photo of
the Murder Junkies posing around
Allin's open coffin. ~ Steve Huey