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We did not know what we were doing.
We only knew we were above the wood-paneled confines of the basement. Whatever it was, it was feeding on itself and it was ours.
We loathe the verminized hype of careful music and the ultra-fab scene of the world’s Dah Martinez. Out of this intellectual void evolved our self-styled, self-induced, T.J.-hewn sound:
Dig Mandatory Rock.
Dig Mandatory Rock is for people whose heads are on fire -for those searching for the colder side of the pillow. It delves into the sound at the wrong point, but pulls out an armful of primordial love, showing the air a different way to move.
Via volume and un-harmony, the audience gets read the riot act and all the blood runs to the hips.
Two disagreeable hitch-step guitars jab with propelling drumming - rhythm motion rather than time keeping, love hammering out of thin air. The sound waves angle around back and front: the deep bass smoldering underneath a white-eyed rabbit while we give our takes on sex and insecurity.
Time was when the sign of the hand meant more than a dumb gig at a Chinese restaurant. Aspirations rise above the usual bag boy fare to a menu of aisle 9 verse refrain while all hosting a tasty bridge at the same time: an invaded cranium gutted by a goat-like groove -
Spine twisting and electro-pumping. You don’t need to be palooka’d or Q’d to be where it’s at.
You just Pressing Need.
We only knew we were above the wood-paneled confines of the basement. Whatever it was, it was feeding on itself and it was ours.
We loathe the verminized hype of careful music and the ultra-fab scene of the world’s Dah Martinez. Out of this intellectual void evolved our self-styled, self-induced, T.J.-hewn sound:
Dig Mandatory Rock.
Dig Mandatory Rock is for people whose heads are on fire -for those searching for the colder side of the pillow. It delves into the sound at the wrong point, but pulls out an armful of primordial love, showing the air a different way to move.
Via volume and un-harmony, the audience gets read the riot act and all the blood runs to the hips.
Two disagreeable hitch-step guitars jab with propelling drumming - rhythm motion rather than time keeping, love hammering out of thin air. The sound waves angle around back and front: the deep bass smoldering underneath a white-eyed rabbit while we give our takes on sex and insecurity.
Time was when the sign of the hand meant more than a dumb gig at a Chinese restaurant. Aspirations rise above the usual bag boy fare to a menu of aisle 9 verse refrain while all hosting a tasty bridge at the same time: an invaded cranium gutted by a goat-like groove -
Spine twisting and electro-pumping. You don’t need to be palooka’d or Q’d to be where it’s at.
You just Pressing Need.
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