The debut album from SKOGEN BRINNER is a wasted, slimy, speed-freak vortex of polluted proto-metal risen from a self-loathing nurtured by an increasingly greasy wasteland called Sweden. Wicked, toxic and manic rock, psychotic vocals, gnarly guitars, cavernous bass and drums beat to a pulp. A quick glare at the cover and you're savvy on what it's about. "The idea is probably to create rotten hard rock with a drive and without too many frills. Maybe you can compare us with a Z-grade flick: bad... but still damn good in a strange way." Skogen Brinner consists of four young reprobate souls; JESPER ARONSSON (vocals), DAVID FORSBERG (guitar), JOEL CAMSTAM (bass), JONATHAN ERIKSSON (drums), who, despite their situation, are now trying to break the negative spiral of self-destruction with sound therapy. They have played, even if the result sometimes becomes terrible. They have played with each other and with their bodies, with toxins and with their strength. They have played with the values which society and parents slipped on them.