Sometimes, you just don’t have enough good, old-fashioned, death rock in your life. Today is one of those days, you lucky sods. The Braves, heralding from Melbourne, Australia, invoke the spirits of Nick Cave’s drug-addled, post-punk band The Birthday Party, The Cramps psyhco-billy guitar, and the dirge of Christian Death’s early work. This track is a seether with a raw, stripped-back sound, and lyrics that are daring, sparse and polarizing. This is for you, those who remember sitting in a field outside your high school, drinking Colt 45 and blasting music on your shitty boombox…or…as the label describes…
What drags itself out of the wreckage is a sentiment that sticks and an ode to the daring, sparing no thought for faint of heart, the throwing all caution to the wind. This is for the manics putting pure panic in the pulse, for the desperately measured, the youth disillusioned but mostly for the beautiful fuckers who keep coming back for more.
So, there’s that.
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