San Diego death-trip destroyer Zsa Zsa Gabor is dead. Over 10 years of damage, the grimmest fire has been extinguished. What started out as a solo project for a joke Halloween show, Zsa Zsa Gabor was many things. Electronic noise scrapings, mutilation guitar freak outs, doom opera, free-jazz metal, feedback symphonies and acoustic guitar deformity. Master of none, but who fucking cares? Why stick to some boring formula when you can poison the whole scene with a myriad of dangerous devices. Well, at least we made a lot of friends during the adventure.
Below is the last release ever. Almost 30 minutes of gross, splattered front row and right in front of your yellow eyes. You got to go to Hell to get to Hell!
Cracked spine rhythms meets razor blade tunnels of black. Guest vocals turn each song into a whirlwind of hurt.