Classic British pessimism and speculative dystopian fiction entwine with morbid social commentary and a long piss-streak of bleak humour. This is a claustrophobic and self-contained world where paranoid bunker mentality goes for a Pot Noodle with a faded society always teetering on the brink of collapse, ranting street-punk drops bad acid, and Space Station fuses with Bus Station.
Standing their ground in a dirty jumbled junkyard between Robert Calvert’s schizoid Hawkwind monologues, Dead Kennedys' stinging cranked-up racket, Gil Scott-Heron’s rhythmic social polemic, Butthole Surfers' deep-brain-fried psychpunk and John Cooper Clarke’s wry wit, Adam Stone leads Dead Sea Apes through a whistle-stop tour of planet Earth’s inevitable descent into political confusion and bureaucratic misery.
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