The Hammerheads are mid-80s comic-book sci-fi/fantasy/horror, in the British style: hammerheads, demons gated in, apemen created by evolution gone mad, constructs built in a factory, snakemen from a lost world, everything that ever appeared in the pages of 2000 AD or the early Warhammer Fantasy sourcebooks.
What are they fighting for? Are they government-sanctioned death squads that got out of control, rebels who have become even worse than the fascist government they're fighting, or vigilantes taking over as society collapses?
It doesn't matter. To them, fighting is all that matters. To everyone else, the only thing that matters is that they're here, and it's too late to stop them.
So, what does the song mean? The same thing as all mid-80s grimdark. Civilized peace is only a short-lived temporary state; the couple generations between WWII and the nukes coming any day now are all we'll ever get. Most of us try to make the most of it while we can; the best of us try to preserve things as long as possible—but there are always the hammerheads, the ones who can't wait for that future, and their day is coming. The frenzied, chaotic music is the music of the Hammerheads, the lyrics are their chant. More dakka!
The Hammerheads are mid-80s comic-book sci-fi/fantasy/horror, in the British style: hammerheads, demons gated in, apemen created by evolution gone mad, constructs built in a factory, snakemen from a lost world, everything that ever appeared in the pages of 2000 AD or the early Warhammer Fantasy sourcebooks.
What are they fighting for? Are they government-sanctioned death squads that got out of control, rebels who have become even worse than the fascist government they're fighting, or vigilantes taking over as society collapses?
It doesn't matter. To them, fighting is all that matters. To everyone else, the only thing that matters is that they're here, and it's too late to stop them.
So, what does the song mean? The same thing as all mid-80s grimdark. Civilized peace is only a short-lived temporary state; the couple generations between WWII and the nukes coming any day now are all we'll ever get. Most of us try to make the most of it while we can; the best of us try to preserve things as long as possible—but there are always the hammerheads, the ones who can't wait for that future, and their day is coming. The frenzied, chaotic music is the music of the Hammerheads, the lyrics are their chant. More dakka!