This cassette is by far the weirdest bit of Third Reich fetishism ever to come out of the shadowy world of Nationalist Black Metal. Command are the concern of one lone hater from Brazil named "Herr Wolf." Beyond lo-fi, beyond ugly, Command play raw, RAC-inspired, basement black-punk, layered in greasy hiss, and more hateful than a pack of retarded hungry dogs in a Sao Paulo ghetto. Occasionally the racket is broken up by soundbites from the glory days of Germany, when people were happily governed by well-dressed closet homos who won them over using a combination of stylish presentation and unfettered racial scapegoating. While Command loves the latter, their beauty lies in their total rejection of the former. Again I add the disclaimer that if you are squeamish and sensitive to the fact that the world is full of bad people that are full of irrational hatred and fear, I suggest you stay away from this one. Anybody else interested in primitive 4-track recordings about Nazis will find this to be a score.