rotten mind

in your face up close and personal punch you groove heading out of the lovely imprint, this be the rotten mind with the panic attacking punkoid hysteria of ‘things I can’t see’ – a blistering bad boy scalped in day glowing daubs of shadowy 60’s shimmer tones all gnarled with a frenetic agit garage gouging, need I say more…..

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