Your leather jacket is your pillow, your cigarettes are your breakfast, and Cold Leather is the band you’re trying to go see tonight. It’s minor chord punk from Berlin. Dark melodies, downtrodden lyrics, sunglasses. For people who are lukewarm on Sheer Mag or Royal Headache and want something rougher. Something without questions or answers. Something that’s just trying to exist. –Daryl (Sabotage)