Protector – “Urm The Mad” (1989)

This bag of wet garbage comes to us from Germany.  High comedy is achieved thanks to the barfed, guttural vocals of a sour kraut named Martin Missy.  Even without his vocal excrement spewing from the speakers, I’m still not impressed with the songwriting itself, which lacks cohesion.  It just seems like the songs are stitched together from fragmented ideas without any clear focus.  It took me three tries to listen to this album all the way through.  But I made sure I listened to the whole album — EVERY LAST NOTE!  Why?  To soak in the suckage.  My score: F

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