Schnauzer first gained infamy for its duck-and-cover live shows, where the band hurls furniture, stuffed animals, and other thrift-store detritus at the crowd. When Your Bitch Is in Heat . . ., which has been circulating in the metal underground for some time, builds upon the chaos of its gigs, successfully recreating the sensation of getting whacked in the head with a moldy old mattress.
Schnauzer's profane, psych-ward metal is what multiple-personality disorder sounds like. The band's tunes are a blur of death-metal grunts, strained shouts, blast beats, and 10-megaton F-bombs. The band turns incest, necrophilia, and child abuse into a series of punch lines, and if you find yourself chuckling along with these nut jobs, there's a good chance you spent your childhood ingesting paint chips. Highly recommended for any headbangers currently residing in a padded cell.