So what if rock'n'roll is dead? Who cares? Even if it’s the end of the world and the earth right along with it - for us high voltage Jerx guys it’s just another reason to celebrate: HAPPY JERXMENTDAY! Cunningly lurking beneath the surface somewhere in an underground studio between Zurich, Graz, Berlin or God knows where they keep hitting our eardrums from Beelzebub’s freakishly festive party hell. They prove that rock'n'roll doesn’t need a pulse to keep beating those zombie guitar riffs into our neural party centers or tattoo them right into our hearts. Because if the world has to go down then at least to the right soundtrack. This latest album is an emotional roller coaster ride featuring emotional guitar ballads, stadium-type, cigarette lighter (Smartphone LED screen) waving hymns as well as down-and-dirty rock'n'roll party noise: songs that either tickle our tender eardrums or perforate them with piercing guitar jams. A cornucopia of musical facets that penetrate the hearing center of even the nastiest killer virus causing a feral infection. No antidote available. Canonization prohibited.