My three eyes see three suns
And there's a child inside every one
My three sons have three eyes
And they drink everything that is floating by
My three wives melt into place
Three bells of wax on one naked face
My three hands hold a silver spoon,
A flask of tears, and a worn out shape
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018