Grapenulius

this album is grime given form. these songs are not played, they’re puked. the guitars most often chitter and buzz in a frantic struggle, suspended above the gurgling engines that make up the rhythm section; relentless and crushing. from the first second it’s no secret that this won’t be an easy listen. throughout stag party a phone rings off the hook in no particular pitch, at a steady pace that’s constantly at odds with the tempo, which refuses to sit still on its own. ... read more