Superstar takes a step toward a more melodically accessible sound. Vocalist/bassist Ted Condo continues his confrontationally personal style of lyric writing.
The gut-wrenching, guitar-heavy groove takes you to the streets where reality stares you down. It will catch up with you, like a pipe on the back of your skull.
They epitomized the plight of the small indie touring band, playing with glee to the few people there early, and offering to trade their CD for clean socks.
These guys were mean and hungry and their music was utterly viscous. The blood-thirsty dancers in attendance were disappointed only by their short set.
Big, mean, sharp, and are tighter and heavier than ever (not to mention louder). It’s always good to have them back, so catch them while it’s still so easy.