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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