supported by 9 fans who also own “Hall of Cryptids”
I dreamed I watched myself die and then smashed my own skull open with a rock until I was nothing but a puddle of pink. Just when I thought I’d finished the job, the puddle beckoned me close and played me this album.
I say I watched myself die. But without a mirror to reflect I don’t really know if I’d been myself in the first place. All I had was cold acid reality and the echo of this in my mind. Recommended! revelatory
Catchy, caustic goodness: straight-shooting hardcore clashes with boisterous blues rock on the debut from Austin outfit Drip-Fed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2021
supported by 8 fans who also own “Hall of Cryptids”
These ballisticaly loaded tunes purposely deny a certain closure that is intended to keep one hitting the replay button. Well played Smirk, well played. jfpOne23