Review Summary: drunken, retarded, mongo ninja is back; shitfaced, pissed off, mongo ninja ATTACK!
0 of 1 thought this review was well writtenOnce upon a time, Kristopher and Peter were raisin' hell all over Norway as members of the obnoxious and notorious punkrock combo called Datsun. Stinkin' drunk and merciless, with chronic erections and no good intentions, they left a trail of destruction, chaos and crying girls. City after city got rocked to smithereens and reduced to pissdrenched ruins. No one was safe!
There once was a band whose sole purpose it was to destroy the world with brutality. Pure unadulterated belligerent brutality. Created to “burn, pillage and destroy!” There’s no doubt one will find
themselves with jaws on the floor, both hands frozen in permanent skull grips, staggering around in circles like a drooling moron with a totally sandblasted brain, unable to say anything but... GggGagArrgagAaargh! Would the deliverers and recipients of such evil want it any other way? Hell no! Broken cocks, hookers in wheelchairs and tattoos derived of shotgun wounds probably sound like a slow Tuesday, especially if you’re in the Dryden, and this is no exception for the members of Mongo Ninja, making it their objective to exploit everything from nugget porn (essentially the holy grail of all porn) to ripping apart the cunts left for old men.
Norway probably isn’t in too much good of shape since the return of this vaginal ripping wave has returned. Solidified by their influences and rendered inherently true by their “pics, so it happened” everything about Mongo Ninja is real. From their “F
uck It All” mentality to their demeanor in storytelling, any could pull up a chair and find a treat in the various bar storied to be told – like how they’re “Paid To Stay Away” now. With their riff-tastic offerings better than any band named
Slayer half the prize is listening to them rip the ears from skull. The other half is enjoying it; then asking them to do it again, and again,
and again.The intentions here are those typical in the black scene, they won’t be satisfied till they’ve impregnated every 8 month old baby, male or female, and then go through “extensive” purposes to make sure they’re free of monetary duties. Mongo Ninja are stuck in the 80’s high off the adrenaline fueled in cocaine, and will fight anyone on the street just to score some more and have a song to write about.
