Great American Brainkiller
First album of a talked of trilogy from Täppas. He rambles along to hard folk-rock surrounded by banjos, mandolins, guitars and drums. Täppas is criticising the world of today with the music of a long time ago, and no one is spared. Furious and raving satirical lyrics and a folk-wall of sound with nearly no choruses, only verse verse verse verse...
T ä p p a s S t r e p e n s
From the non-existing cotton fields of Norway’s suburbia hell we bring you a ramblin’, whiskey-fuelled-raving maniac, armed to the teeth with a machine that not only kills fascists, but every kind of hypocrite and biggot there is.
With a name that is impossible to remember, also containing a letter that only exist in the Swedish alphabet, this artist is completely unbrandable, making him every pr-agent’s worst nightmare. Acoustic guitars, twangin' banjos and screamin' squeezeboxes are drivin' forth simple, happy folk tunes mixed with a message of anger, despise and loathing.
Uncompromising and pessimistic, Täppas is one of the metronomicon-crew’s most politicized members.