If you can’t breathe, if you can’t breathe. Riot police, riot police. Walking the streets, walking the streets. Riot police, riot police. Bearing your teeth. Banging the beats. Bark at the beast. Who is your chief? Volume increased. Buzzes and beeps. If you can’t stand up on two feet. Riot police, riot police. If you can’t feel your own heartbeat. Riot police, riot police. Bearing your teeth. Banging the beats. Bark at the beast. Who is your chief? Volume increased. Buzzes and beeps. If you won’t fight, if you want peace, down on your knees. I can’t believe this is a dream. Bark at the beast.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015