San Francisco emo Every couple of months I text Mark from this band while absolutely hammered drunk and glaze him about how good this album is and beg him to tour with us, usually to no or little response. I swear he hates music and won't leave the sunset district of San Francisco but that's ok; musicians who hate music and trying are usually the best. Last time we played San Francisco I watched him drive up high in a beat Subaru and hit a car while parking. Everything was so apt and perfect. I've never liked San Francisco but I like this haaahahah
I love when you can look at an album and know you are gonna get exactly whats on the tin. Crunchy, grungy, angry, yelling about being angry at life, lamenting being white trash, but knowing nothing else as authenticly
whispers of Midwest emo with a dash of math rock? This album took me on a drive past melancholy into the fields of nostalgia… the soundtrack to a conversation with a past self.
