absolutely no information to hand on this blighter, damn good all the same though. This be nots with ‘anxious trend’ – a single heading out of the famous class imprint. Gloomed in a thickly dense post punk attrition, this stricken sore thumb emerges out of the angular fog with at least one member of their number keen to trip out darkly weaved Cramps opines while the rest clearly in defiant mood are determined to stamp an edgily fractured n’ gruffish seesawing turn that brutally swerves between the Inca Babies and the Triffids as it twists and prowls with shadowy acuteness.


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