Press statement: “A chaotic whirling dervish of a track that slams the visceral
expression of Minor Threat against the angular prog tweakiness of King Crimson
via the pop sensibilities of The Beatles and indie darlings, The Strokes. All providing
the landscape for an usual love song that speaks to long distance relationships
and the adoration of one’s partner.” Eh, come again!
TUTV: Garage punk rock havoc, bringing riff maniac John Dwyer and his Osees gang to mind. Butterfly cuts like a new razor blade. It’s a bang-on left/right sucker-punch cranked up by schizophrenic guitars and a frantic spitting/sneering loudmouth who just got out of his straightjacket. Lots of horsepower, lots of sonic insanity. Ballistic burst. Badass shit.