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1. The Last Song for the Lost
2. Zombie Eyed Youth
3. Quiet Room
4. City of the Living Dead
5. Blind Love
6. Synthetic Happiness
7. You’re Not Who You
     Think You Are
8. New Flesh
9. Where to Run?
10. Instrumental
11. Missing Time
12. The Late Hours

Total playing time:   53:58

Release Date: November 22, 2011
Label: Hells Headbangers

Vladimirs - The Late Hours

Reviewer: J. A. Burt

November 16, 2011

And finally Hell’s Headbangers trips up.  Long one of those labels that fans of almost any of their released material can expect to be guaranteed to at least somewhat enjoy just about everything they put out, they’ve finally gone and shot themselves in the foot with “horror punk” act Vladimirs new album The Late Hours.  Assuredly one cannot contemplate the term horror punk without reminiscing with nostalgic reverence about the nothing short of mandatory, genre defining works of Misfits and Samhain, and well, the overly maudlin, at times outright laughable lameness of Vladimirs must never, EVER be mentioned in the same breath as those undeniable classics.

Boring, banal, and uninteresting punk devoid of much of any emotion save for the over-the-top down on his luck Peter Steele style sappy crooning of the singer fills the majority of this seemingly never ending exercise in tedium, and after having released some pretty killer punk this year in the rerelease of Dishammer’s vicious Vintage Addiction, and the uproariously perverse Nekrofilth album, one really has to wonder just what the hell Hell’s Headbangers was thinking here.  A sad day, and a sorry milquetoast of an album that never comes remotely close to being for anybody other than the burgundy-clad, high school sophomore patchouli girl set.  Nuclear War Now! wouldn’t do this to us.