Angry and sober. 14 songs by 2 of Bloomington's most under-appreciated post-teen nihilistic thrashers and 1 life-long mad scientist working on some kind of world-collapsing program. Could be likened to laying down in a tanning booth, but by "laying down" I mean "swimming", and by "tanning booth" I mean "lake of mid-western, bass-heavy, guitar-driven, drum-led structured fuzz" playing from a stolen car stereo wired to your living room speakers. You could call it math-rock, but you'd be a poseur and would have to get the hell out of my bedroom. Lyrics about discarded coffins and adult confusion. 300 copies on black wax in all! Lets Pretend Recs.
Angry and sober. 14 songs by 2 of Bloomington's most under-appreciated post-teen nihilistic thrashers and 1 life-long mad scientist working on some kind of world-collapsing program. Could be likened to laying down in a tanning booth, but by "laying down" I mean "swimming", and by "tanning booth" I mean "lake of mid-western, bass-heavy, guitar-driven, drum-led structured fuzz" playing from a stolen car stereo wired to your living room speakers. You could call it math-rock, but you'd be a poseur and would have to get the hell out of my bedroom. Lyrics about discarded coffins and adult confusion. 300 copies on black wax in all! Lets Pretend Recs.