A stark white album cover with some spots of blood and a tooth. Simplistic font with the name of the album and the band name. Song titles as funny and dark as they are long. An abrasive tone and style wholly their own and introspective, pensive, yet upfront and in-your-face lyrics that equally cause one to think what the singer is talking about, but know that the dude, and the band, are pissed off. Drowningman’s second proper LP Rock and Roll Killing Machine has all of this and more, creating an album that is at times beautiful, sarcastically funny, and scalding like acid.