NTJ was a soccer thug. One who wore a skinny, black tie and held a Bachelor's in psychology, a Master's in sociology, and a PhD in History. He worked as a linguist at a Philosophy think-tank on the first orbital university, specializing in North/South Beat Dialectic and Faulkner. He usually triumphed in debates after biting his opponent's face. Then he threw a kegger, invited everyone, and rocked their balls off. Tired of wannabe's and corporate punk? Try NTJ's Funeral Mountain and hear what the real deal is all about. Highly recommended. - Gavin Shore, Urban Punk Review

Funeral Mountain walks a fine, ferocious line between full-blown hardcore assault and Southern twin-guitar psych-out jam, with some industrial percussion thrown in for good measure. Singer-lyricist Joe Lapsley has quite a way with words: "I fell into the borax factory/Of your love," he wails in "Borax Factory," a saline love song that deserves to become a modern classic, and tunes like "Old South" ("Want to see the rebel flags?/Want to go see 'em?/They're next to the swastikas in a museum") and the trudge epic "Torsos of Murdered People" (splatter rock with a vengeance) give an indication of his range. For the full impact of his rage, put this one on and turn it up: These guys rock like their lives depended on it. - Rolling Stone