Keep up the good work gentlemen.
Bummed I found out about this band well after they broke up.
All credit goes to Evan who must have every single punk/hardcore/thrash band album ever recorded.
Simple is sublime.
There used to be an execution technique called “the drawing of intestines.”
This song does a similar thing.
If there is a giant uncovered well sitting in your backyard is it enough to nicely point it out with a sign to everyone who might wander back there?
Or are we obligated to cover the damn thing up?
What if you don’t know how?
I bet it must have been fucking awesome to fall in love to this song when it first came out.
It bends my ribs to the point where I can hear them cracking.
I assume black peacoats and leather jackets muffled the sound back then.
Love this band.
They need a national tragedy to paint this music against.
This bit of robust fuzz comes from the past.
The ocean is just lots of drops of water gathered in one place.
I’ve put my faith in the current to do its job.