Song one nabbed me. Part metal, psychedelic, hippie like Floyd, and twisted and creepy like that too. The rest is like they left the tape running and went home.
“Two ex-punks turned Americana songsmiths cover each other’s material and collaborate on a new gem about more than a decade’s worth of indie martyrdom.”
Just because Aiden wear eyeliner and cheerleading gossip queens wet their panties over them doesn’t mean they blow. They’re fun, and this EP/DVD shows that.