Your parents’ basement carpet smells like old smoke. No light, save the TV glow from the Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla VHS you’re watching in slow motion. You peaked about thirty minutes ago. Alphabet Cult, with their raw and metallic-heavy desert psych, provide your Man’s Ruin aesthetic soundtrack. Elephant Rifle wake you the next morning with their bending nightmare assault of early Unwound hangover headache. Recommended if your definition of “punk” is “do what you want.” Labels are reversed, so careful choosing your favorite side.
–Matt Seward (Self-released)