Similarly unorthodox is Madman Mundt's twisted thrash, which runs the gamut from punky outbursts to doomy, Sabbathlike dirges. Frontman Mark D'Angelo alternates a maniacal, quavering shout with a creepy, paranoid hiss, bringing to mind both Keith Morris and David Yow. His bipolar bloodletting suits the band's amorphous, hard-to-pin-down tunes. Songs like the draining "Acreta" haphazardly veer from pretty guitar interludes to full-on circle-pit workouts.
Since finishing this disc, some of the band members have left the area, making another Madman Mundt album doubtful. Which answers this disc's title question: looks like it's only for a day, not a lifetime.
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