Jul 29, 2020

On this record Fleshies are dishing out their dystopian pop in full freak style. Ramshackle psychedelics swirling around the structure of a tetherball pole. East Bay punk crunch with energy that literally jumps on you like you’re a human jungle gym and screams in your ear. Sweat and spit interchangeably leaving a wet spot. Shellshag, purveyors of the most extreme intimacy, are coming with two noisy, fucked-fi sensory bludgeons. Drinking 40s with Suicide on the banks of the East River while staring at the midnight Manhattan skyline. Feels different than their usual fare, but absolutely perfect for this record! –Daryl (Dead Broke)