Totally fukkn destroyed garage hardcore, snotty punk hooks just blown to complete shit. There might be fidelity buried somewhere in their dark dark past, but KLAZO kick those bodies aside like empty cheese puff bags and dig deeper into the mud with every track....using fuzzed out guitar solos as an auger of course (and to continue to inane metaphor). It screams, it slams, and the drums are brutally simple kick/snare punches, repetitious a battering that sweet spot on your chin for the duration. This one's from 2015, just an introduction to the full length and shorter slabs waiting for you when you feel like dropping in....but you've been warned. You may not be able to leave your house, but you can sure as shit get wild and break stuff.
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