Maybe a self-effacing aside to their more serious projects, Sweden's T2K is a wild attempt to blend foolish humor into a psycho, hyper-permeated thrash. Stylistically speaking, this quartet is structurally sound, albeit palpably unoriginal. Lyrically, even indulging the whimsical nature of intended humor, the content found on _Terror for Sale_ is just a collection of disjointed juvenile banality.

"My daddy bought me a car
He'd never think I would go this far
Racing down through the city
in my Mercedes cabriolet
Like a signing richochet (sic)
I head for the beach
as the wig is flowing in the breeze
Ruth is feeding me with cheese"

A little taste of what awaits the unsuspecting, compliments of "Mummy Metal for the Masses"; it gets a lot less mature from here.

There is no telling what success these guys will have peddling their brand of terror, but if the "Wrath of the Cookie Monster" is after a "Metal Mosh Massacre", I will be singing T2K's "Fed Up Anthem"! Look to purchase this in your neighbor's bargain bin at his next sidewalk auction. No sale!