Tuesday morning. Having arrived at Misery Dispensation, I am belted in. For a time, there is darkness, only darkness. And then the sound. The sound oozes forth, sweet hair-laced clogs of it. They fall like lotion upon the flaming anus of my brain.
In joy there is music. In sorrow, the Shoes. contendo
Guitars so jagged you could cut yourself on them and sneering spoken/sung lyrics make “Red Dirt” a post-punk powerhouse. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023