I’ve been on the hunt for the second tape from Baltimore’s SHITDOGS OF WAR ever since the abomination known as Songs Of Shit And Hate graced my earholes nearly twenty years ago. But if you are patient, and if you are open…then you might find it where you were never looking. There aren’t many like this, and SHITDOGS OF WAR shine even among the few. Raw, messy, murky, irreverent, fierce….the sound of shit. In your ears. It’s the way they did it that made (and still makes) them so special; I guess not giving an actual fuck makes all the difference.
