After some time rehearsing, name changes and some concerts, III GUERRA shoot with their tank to our ears this album, a blast of 8 cannon shots of uncontained rage. Usual accomplices, Bernat and Mart? scratch their strings with raw, rough melodies, without frills or concessions, while Lluis pounds his incorruptible TuPa radikal more furious than ever. Let's be clear, this sound is not suitable for people who don't suffer from an advanced state of punk infection.
