Bastard Cross
Cross Ripper MORBID AND MISERABLE
Venom didn’t invent black metal (Bathory did), but they sure as fuck invented black thrash, which has made an incredible comeback in the past few years. Philly’s Bastard Cross are the rip-ridingest of this new wave, a blood-gargling explosion of leather, spikes, chains, boots, (inverted) crosses, runny mascara, Satan worship, old porno mags, abedbug-infestedcouchortwo, bullet belts, poorly rendered drawings of skeletons riding tanks, teenage drug use, vomit, switchblades, cloaks, Judas Priest ticket stubs, Ghostrider comics, that one bootleg where the crowd wants to kill Discharge, cemetery photo-shoots, the cigarette case version of No Remorse, zombie movies on VHS, sweat, ragged old posters of Lita Ford from 1984, well-worn HP Lovecraft paperbacks, punk credibility, crackly Slayer albums inherited from alcoholic dads, and plenty of reckless,…