Welcome to your favorite band of 2014, or perhaps just another example of punk's demise. Twelve mutant missives, fourteen manic minutes, a leaking palmful of braincells that you will never find amongst the empty crack vials and shredded guitars strings that litter your floor. SLENDER pushed the boundaries of acceptable sound, the only thing that would make it better is if they didn't know better. Intentional idiocy, iterated irritants. If you're really brave, there's an LP (spoiler alert: it's far more musical)...
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