Ruthless, screaming, hyper-charged squirmy DBeat mania - from Olympia, Washington (of course). Because if you take PHYSIQUE and ELECTRIC CHAIR and you crank that shit on a cold, wet Pacific Northwest morning with the haze from the night before still clouding your brain...you get ESCØRT. The drawn out trippy mania of "Burnout" sits smack in the middle of the tape, flanked by straight burners to create a nonstop bulldozing riff machine, a vehicle for lyrical fire and pleas for self determination. Don't dismiss "Fuck Me Hard" as an salacious attention grab until you listen (and fukkn read) in the context of songs like "You Are Enough," "Nope" and the anthem "Whore For Whore." It's not just context or content....ESCØRT are on a fucking mission.
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