
Turbonegro has an exhausting history and rather than pull a “Pitchfork reviews El-P,” here’s a brief catch-up: A billion singers. A billion drummers. Deathpunk giving way to glampunk. Heroin. Rehab. Heroin again. Ass rockets. Cancer. Erections. TV theme show songs. Steadily declining returns on each successive album. Videogame soundtracks. Hiatus. Now that the band is [...]








