Label: self released
Year: 2018
Hardcore bluster tempered with post punk's nervy swagger. Like, can you imagine if Bauhaus had been lifting weights instead of reading books? Picking fights in their pancake makeup.
Here's another Atlanta band doing what needs to be done. Five quick songs that do damage and slide out the backdoor before the cops can arrive on scene. Ugly and proud. Warped and wooly.
Really good. I'm feeling pretty confident about your chances with this one. If you're getting busy with anybody in the vein of (I'm trying to think of new shit) Metz, Illegal Drugs, Uniform, The Men, Iceage, Pissed Jeans, Vincas, USA Nails, Wailin' Storms, So Pitted, Ceremony, or something...then you'll get it.
DL
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