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Year: 2014
Label: Reptilian
Fuck it, right, let's go ahead and do 'em all.
Psychic Teens pull from the swampy gothic punk stomp that Rikk Agnew was so good at for a minute in Christian Death. It's got Gun Club, and T.S.O.L., and Birthday Party, and some good old fashioned punk power. Not unlike contemporaries Vincas or Wailin' Storms.
One song comes out of the crypt straight for your throat, and the second song slowly returns back to the fog from whence it came.
DL
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