The USHC infused noise-crust riffs fit perfectly into a tensely driven percussion grenade of anxious drums and bleary
The Shape of Punk to Come: A Chimerical Bombination in 12 Bursts
and a “calm and decisionless” god
That was enlightening - how else would this scene still be so present in my memory after 35 years
The first song's opening words are "winter weather" and the closing number's final phrase is "thinking of the future
WEDNESDAY - Twin Plagues LP crust The USHC infused noise-crust riffsRepressed via Dead Oceans. In a long and emotionally exhausting year of being inside (alone, in my case,) I have found myself thinking about mirrors. How to avoid spending too much time in them, most days. Taking inventory of the real, physical self is difficult work, work that Im not entirely opposed to but work that became immediately more treacherous for me when I had to witness the very real toll that time, modern anxieties, isolation, and boredom