Nutrajet: Two almost-likable, ego-driven bastards, a guitar, a drum kit, a wall of amplifiers and one exceedingly large, nasty racket. There's no cool, angst-ridden story of suburban boredom inspiring them to form a band. No whining, struggling artists trying to voice their inner demons. Just two Nutrajerks who pretty much hate everything. Nutrajet have disgraced many recent rock n' roll compilations - namely 'Fistful Of Rock N' Roll - Vol.1'. Heavy, melodic cacophony in the time-dishonored tradition of the Sex Pistols, Saints and Cheap Trick. Bombastic power chording, walloping drums and solid songshouting.