Synthetic ID

A hermetically sealed punk broadcast from a bunker
this guitar is untying a knot of wires
Vocals like watching a fight where two men exchange tit for tat face blows
Surgical drums
Bass grown under glass
the occasional synthesizer like you didn’t know you were thirsty till water crossed your lips
wound tight, lock-jawed no rust on these gears
- John Dwyer
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