fuck yeah. this is the heaviest shit. the slowest smoked out loc'ed out coner-doom ever. look at that fucking album cover. satan having a bong hit and he LOVES it. that's exactly what this album sounds like. legalize drugs and murder.
i'm not quite sure what the hell happened here, but this is my guess (from listening to the record and staring at the album artwork) : in the early eighties, a south caroliner named dwayne warrgot a hold of some good drugs and asked some guy to play a high school's collection of percussion equipment along to some heavy rock guitar riffs he had already recorded. mr. warr's tales of a cold and bitter world are presented to a cold and bitter world and, surprisingly enough, met with complete and utter ambivalence. dwayne attempts to record a follow-up, only to have his mind shit the bed completely. he becomes a born again xtian and destroys his remaining copies of his first two albums (1985's starting over + this album) in a massive bonfire.
maybe i'm thinking about this too much. maybe i oughta just take the advice given on the bottom of the back cover.