Does anyone remember the ultra-lofi/nonsense intros of the songs from Red Medicine? I see a few hands raised! Take that fidelity, directly thrown from a moving car onto the bourgeois gardens—where the smiles of American Beauty are still a mirror of one's own failure—and turn them into a molar mix of post-hardcore, hardcore, core, shoegaze, lo-fi, noise rock, grunge, and if that's not enough, give it a coat of sandpaper to smooth the edges and sharpen the plan.
Perhaps it's a shame to hear that layered bass under the dust; we'd like it as thick as butter dripping from a double cheese-bacon burger, but with meat from the '50s. Even the airiest moments become claustrophobic, and mathematics and slowness are always nice to shove into the pocket of a shirt stained with sauce.
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