Monday, 3 January 2011
This record is a body of bitterness. It juxtaposes your notions of beauty and familiar punk aesthetic with ugliness, demanding you shut the fuck up and take it like the wirey, sinewy human you are. There are no vapid glitter gimmicks to this release, just ‘Grotesque, misanthropic extremism that draws you into its myopic void by force and drags you further and further down.’ It sounds like a bouquet of barbed wire to the ears. Twin Stumps, self titled record.