RTX
Western Xterminator (Drag City)

Lights flicker and bells chime. The far-out sound of thunder draws nearer. Jennifer Herrema and her horsemen are returned and WESTERN XTERMINATOR is the recollection of their long journey. The mission statement reads like this:

The WESTERN XTERMINATOR travels long miles leading an ever-increasing horde of rats in a train behind. Lured by the high definition frequencies put out by the Xterminator, the rats have no choice but to follow. They dig it, really — it’s a gas. Their last mile will be their best, the WESTERN XTERMINATOR has the tools to guarantee it.

Steeped in smoke, belching flame, couched in a rainbow of fuzz, RTX loosen limbs once again for another trip into the wild. Evolved from the dust like myth from mystery, WESTERN XTERMINATOR plunges from a flute-driven prelude into what brought you here today: solid rock — flanged and wacked to give the rock corps of RTX their jollies, of course. And if they’re happy, you’re happy.

Jennifer’s wide-angle lens has captured a universe of
images over the course of the Royal Trux and RTX discographies and the universe just gets bigger with the arrival of WESTERN XTERMINATOR. The contemporary life flashes in and out with fantasy visions, folk epics. Runes are a part of the enigma, something the Vikings left for us to use. There’s still mystic power there, you just gotta know how to use it.

The west wasn’t rolled over without a few ritual sacrifices down the road. Our survival still depends on it and in the sun-drenched new frontier, RTX have your back. WESTERN XTERMINATOR runs the rock up the flagpole and rolls it around in strong winds.

Sounds heavy, right? A listen to this and you’ll be convinced as we are it’s even heavier. But no amount of meaning is going to stop the rock and roll. Put it this way if you don’t know what RTX stands for, it’s “Rad Times Xpress.” So get on board!

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