"From the isolation of a London park where cries and screams cant be heard, in the sullied Surgery, Dr Filth have confronted the clogged bowels of surrounding life and torn it a musical exit hole resulting in songs of subsequent Filth which, probe and clarify the misunderstood ills of life. Consisting of three filthy fuckers, Dr Filth have been defecating on London over the last year, leaving audiences in a quivering pulp." - from drfilth.co.uk

Think Shellac's serated brutality with 80s Matchbox's dark humour.