This band is so....weird. Maybe they came ten years too late, because by the mid 1990s Oakland was all about wearing black and walls of amps (which, for the record, I am fine with) and here were these straight freaks playing disjointed and pissed punk with horns and a banjo and shit sounded like something between TRAGIC MULATTO and WORLD/INFERNO FRIENDSHIP SOCIETY (though I didn't even hear of the latter for another ten years). But there's not just place in the world for CYPHER IN THE SNOW, they are their own world. Whether or not you are invited is totally up to you.
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