The first White Zombie record sounds more like Birthday Party than Royal Trux, the Melvins, or your mother's fave jazz combo. And it's about 500 miles from metal.
NB: The WZ descent into meaningless was completed, in terms of my own personal headspace, when I lived with a chick who used WZ as her treadmill soundtrack. Never thereafter did Rombie have even the slightest shred of cred.
― Shoes say, yeah, no hands clap your good bra. (goodbra), Tuesday, 3 October 2006 00:23 (eighteen years ago)