I can't feel my right hand; it floats weightless at the end of my
arm. As the line that separates dream from conscious senses starts to blur, I feel the nausea climb to my throat. My breath steams in the cold air. I think I'll die here.
This Spanish punk outfit carries forward an assortment of '80s hardcore influences, leaning heavy on riffs and speed. Pure pogo. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 6, 2017