Heresy, ass worship, and a chainsaw-on-metal cover of “The People Suite” from The Deviants round out what The Devils conjure up with their second LP, Iron Butt. Stylistically similar to their first LP, Sin You Sinners, these two Neapolitan fuckers amp up the tempo on this tenfold. The BDSM-like relationship that Erica Toraldo (drums/screams) and Gianni Vessella (guitars/throat) share is sweet and all but don’t expect these two to write complex songs that make you look inwards to find a deeper purpose with yourself. Wrong band! This is minimalistic, lunatic-level trash rock on amphetamines, the kind you hit it and quit it to! Trash rock? What the hell is that? Everyone will give you a different answer, ours is the most unhinged rock imaginable influenced by Russ Meyer movies, Hasil Adkins, seedy diner food, and a half-empty soda bottle with three cigarette butts floating inside.
As an econo lineup, minimalism yields maximum results here. Throughout the 10 tracks of Iron Butt, Toraldo and Gianelli collude with the dark side by addressing topics of sin, sodomy, and other facets of man’s ruin and ecstasy with scuzzy punk/blues riffing and thrashing drums. “Radio Maria Anthem” is the tamest track on this album because it’s an instrumental! From there, it’s a “musical” free for all that any prude or overly sensitive person will cry foul over, subject matter wise. Who needs discretion when you have a song called “Put Your Devil into My Ass”, Iron Butt’s explosive lead off. The duo show that they can get down with some heavy blues with “White Collar Wolf” but the rest of the album is fast as hell and ends before you know it, like the worst (or best!) lay you’ve ever had.