Fuck, I didn't eat dinner
Fuck, I should've had something
Fuck, I hope I don't faint or vomit on the crowd
Plug me in let's get started
Are we tuned, are we good?
Can you tell from my voice that I'm losing my mind
Green, purple, yellow, crimson
All the nerves in my spine
Are boiling and telling me that I'm alive
The air is thick as an ocean
The strings are sharp as knives
Let's put this fucker in motion and rise
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019