Deep in the graveyard of San Francisco, a young hand with
black and cracked nails is pushing up through a broken pile
of e-slag. Bitter teeth tear through server cables and motherboards,
desperate to be free from the ever-deepening sludge
of tech waste… the iPhone is the new styrofoam cup. Stepping
over them—eyes glazed, feet dragging, blank face
aglow in the eerie luminescence of smart phones—is the inspiration
for these songs. San Francisco has long attracted
newcomers… but now the city faces the most dangerous,
the most egregious and blandest of them all—people with
lots of money.
In the vacuum that is now expanding, there is a ragged,
determined sound vibrating out of the dirty underground.
This is POW! Deep ’80s synth bass percolates under the
circuit-swamp-fried-egg guitar. The drums, a teenage tiger’s
heartbeat, underpin vocals delivered like a deadpan
face-slap from a kid half your age. The recording is simple
and dense, and it has a natural Doppler effect on headphones.
It’s perfectly poppy and rough at the same time,
and it has a message, so dig in, ear-wise. Heed the warning
bells echoing down the streets of San Francisco clogged
with the cholesterol of normals. Next they could be knocking
at your door…
2. Hope Dealers
3. Vertical Slum
4. Sugi Walks
5. Switchboard Scientist
7. Cyber Attack!!!
8. Hi-Tech Boom
9. The Station
11. Fire Hose