Like some sort of beast that only gets stronger from excess, debauchery, and street fights with frat boys, Clusterfuck finds the A-Team better, faster, angrier and hungoverier than ever. Somehow they channeled this pickled energy into these six songs, blowing away their earlier material. The production is far better, and the songs have even more spite. This is the A-Team in their final and best form. Cover art features 74 (Thr)Ashford in its normal, disheveled state - lots of good memories there - for me, anyway, I didn’t have to sleep there. Throw this one around the holidays, the last song is a Christmas ditty with a sick breakdown outro.
This record also holds regard as being the first vinyl release on Painkiller records.