Roll up at the Spot in bum-fuck Indiana. Brain half melted. Leaning a bit, but play it cool. Monday fucking nights are a drag, but Sissy Spacek gonna kill. NO, not Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman, but slay anyway. Clawing at your face explaining to people “this is the sorta music I like” on a Monday, but not feeling too bad upon mentioning “demographed, marketable music is really hard to ingest by me.” Taylor Peters at your immediate right withe REC button. And it’s a public sacrifice of sound. Grinding mayhem into pure noise. Vocals ripping their way out of a gurgling inverted body. If there were an awful part of town right now, it’d be the dumpster diver in the alley litter-box melting various goodies found around town. Sissy Spacek is merely a momentary assault. There rest of today will probably be a nightmare. Enjoy the recording below:
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