Here be B-movie tones, old school punk n’roll, New York mess, indie gems and a sack full of trouble-sludge sounds.
“The C33s bury home truths and gristle in rattlesnake sun-blasted fuzz. ‘Benzodiac’ churns with a groove and kick from the moment it chimes through your tweeters…”
“There’s a myth that a January is musically dead. Let me tell you straight that myth aint true…”
“An exquisite blast of late 80s Cramps stomp and Shonen Knife rockabilly all wrapped in a nu-hiphop ‘tude…”
With a back alley black market grease slickened sleaze, Killer Tone Jones comes out sliding and grinding. It […]