With their second full-length in six months sporting the title 'Content Nausea', it can be deduced that at the very least they're self-aware. Avoiding a rehash of the comparably cultivated precursor while finding fuck-around opportunity in absentee drummer+bassist, our two guitar anti-heroes are often left to their own dexterous anything-goes devices -- noise-ridden anxiety anthems that both confront and induce the symptom at hand, feckless instrumental morsels, why-not Nancy Sinatra cover, oh and some regular ol' songs just to keep in good form. Unkempt deviance that delivers charisma foremost and spottiness secondly.
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