Hanzel Und Gretyl are a long-running boy-girl duo from NY (by way of the Black Forest, of course) who have a narcotic obsession with loud, complicated machines. On said machines, they create loud, complicated industro-metal with, uh, ‘tongue-in-cheek’ fascist overtones, kinda like Laibach with a hot chick, or like Die Krupps getting branded by the Genitorturers in the back room of the cartoon bar in Cool World. H.U.G. like to sing in German (or at least German-ish), they have a whole computer’s worth of old Chemlab and Slayer riffs, they dress real cool (the dude, Loopy, has a Red Baron thing going on, and the chick looks like a hooker from outer space) and I bet you anything that a goodly portion of their fanbase is made up of disturbed teenage girls who like to cut the fuck out of themselves with razorblades. All this adds up to a total winner of an album, a cinematic murder n’ roll splatter-piece of high-tech thump and screamy, apocalyptic sex disco. Close your eyes while this one is roaring away, and you’ll see nothin’ but tits and blood for miles. Boss.