Simple rhythms overlaid with spoken word stories. These erupt occasionally to raw outbursts of hurt. Speech fluctuating to song at times, and a few vocals resembling a loose rap style. There is a lot here to digest. Fourteen songs just under one half hour. The general mood, contempt and disdain for life. But beneath this, in order for passion to surface, pumps a heart full of love. Battered and beating loudly, strongly and gaining musical momentum. Imagination and creativity are not stiffed by either well being or sorrow. Only transformed to reflect what the heart wants to say.
Self released from Australia by Miserable Kids Club in an edition of ten cassettes. Five copies remaining according to the bandcamp ticker.