Wow, there is a mighty heavy shell rolling towards us. The (g)roll-commando from Neumünster is called B.G.T. and they’re arriving with a mighty pushing production and songs in their luggage, who are passing as a unholy mixture of (better) SIX FEET UNDER, OBITUARY and CROWBAR. There is a high dose of aggressions and a deep grunting grizzly sounding like eating the granny.
In addition there are some grooving and crushing thunder-drums and ultra-fat guitars joining. It never really kicks ass, but therefore it’s heavy as hell. No cabbage stays unshaked, because it has been done really fucking damned great. So, everybody who is sold on OBITUARY, will be satisfied with it. So far as he wants to give a chance to a underground band. Though B.G.T. would have deserved it. Where is the deal? (Online June 7, 2006)