Hold onto your buttholes, because what I’m about to tell you will blow off your goddamn face. This amazing fucking garage-punk force is made up from members of…wait for it…bearhug! What!? One of the most calming, tranquil and reverb soaked guitar lagoon bands in the world has a seething, broiling pit of anger in the stomachs of two members. They’ve gone on to create this hurtling piece of shreddery that’s like Bass Drum of Death being slammed into a brick wall by the Hulk.
This is slam-dancing music for sure, fucking fun and loud, forcing you to run around with your hands in the air like you’ve just been handed a bomb with 5 seconds left on the timer. That kind of Ramones-like frantic activity is rad, and this band needs to get their EP out pronto.