According to some reports, it all started sometime in 2006, but nothing can be confirmed or denyed. Past participants have either been captured or killed. Speaking only in the broadest of generalities, it is fair to say that sometimes the group is sassy, and sometimes it is downright mean. On many occasions it is both, while also slipping into something utterly indescribable- a moulage of congealed blood if you will. Currently, Matt Wittman strums the thick strings, Vitamin Lee Diamond keeps time on the skins, Steve Shodin lends his big mouth, and Ken Edge scratches, paws and slashes at the the old six string. It's a lovely little mess.
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In response to "Curtains" CDR/EP
Remember those mid-90s basement shows? Remember standing next to a kid named Henry in a Hoover T-shirt? Emo was new and hardcore was an unrequited love that nobody cared about. To the left was a pair of lovers slamming a bottle of Robo while a manic alter boy danced across the cement floor like a chicken with its head sliced into chunks of tiny cubes.
This track, “Year of the Clap”, will force you into that basement with a violent thrust down the stairs. Everything in this tune thumps. The drums drive us through a succession of dangerous dead man curves. While the bass sets us off on a pulp adventure of ass kicking proportions. The vocals and guitar screech out a story of Circus Lupus b-sides and post modern hip shaking. Enjoy this hot shot of coffee to the face.