Includes d/l code.
Limited edition "Paint Slick Pink" colour vinyl.
Highly recommended.

Coming out of San Francisco with a sheet-metal sheened bit of art punk that gets the blood pumping quite nicely. Serrated guitar, insistent rhythms, weaved in and out with some tasty saxophone of all things.
“Leaning towards the weirder end of Flesheaters but with a sterility that can only be compared to Total Control’s Aussie hardcore quarantine no-wave and then a pinch of what made DNA and Mars amazing…”

This album is captured with plenty of concrete and sheet metal kept in the mix and a highlight towards dissonant syncopations, as if it was recorded in a empty room minus one chair and definitely down a flight of wet, cement stairs. Featuring saxophone with a mild but nauseating-at-times rippling slap delay, the band cruises on a rhythm section that sounds like the they’ve got another house show to play tonight after this one. Rectangular in all the right places, it’s uncomfortable, like sleeping in a car. For listeners who love art in their sax punk, reaching waaaay back into California’s punk history (SST would’ve undoubtedly dug this). There you go, weirdos.