the futurians are a juggernaut. pure gravel punk rock bliss. they're the buzzsaw of new zealand, slicing and dicing kiwidom into endless fucking shreds. "evil dead" is the real deal. this is their party album. genuine futurians lore. almost 90 minutes of raucous, bile-induced terror. cja, rock, iso12, duckling, and rheon battle to the death, your death, and then they're gonna smear the streets of dunedin with your blood. woohoo! the futurian space pirate express is in full-flight and ready to bomb you back to the bronze age. features silk-screened covers by belgian art-god, jelle crama. fucking perfection. 100 copies