Perhaps a more aptly named band has existed, but I dare say they have not crossed my path in my years on this Earth. Massive BAD SEEDS/JESUS LIZARD/GUN CLUB vibes crammed into a tiny package from the Pacific Northwest, and still they sound lkike they belong in a moldy basement. They were a sight live, and the recordings are essential - it's not a matter of whether or not the recordings "hold up" or if they are "as good" as seeing their glistening sweat, it's that each experience is, in fact, it's own experience. There are four songs here, I wish there were eight.
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