Prison Art

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Shotgun blast evil surf from Syracuse, NY.  Born in Lindsey’s beer-soaked attic when everyone would get together and play really loud and people would usually show up and get really shitfaced and a show would happen.  Socio-political taunts bellowed over searing riffs and quick-snap time changes that hit the city like a tire iron to the ribs.  It was everything we needed up there: dark, immediate, brash, honest.  Then graduation rolled around and Lindsey moved to L.A. and that was the end of it.  It’s our pleasure to release this first tape of songs compiled from a number sessions the band did last winter when we were all buried under 6 feet of snow and there wasn’t anything to do but make something that burned. Edition of 50 on black cassette.


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