First press 2025.
Imagine Gang of Four if they’d grown up chain-drinking Red Bull and arguing about noise levels in a Washington D.C. basement. Utter chaos, but in a very intentional way - twin drums, saxophone honks that sound like car alarms, and basslines that could start a small riot. Every track feels like it’s about to fall apart, then somehow pulls itself back together out of sheer attitude. Unhinged, sweaty, class.
FFO: Liars, The Rapture, Fugazi, Death From Above 1979
