Where they from? Posadas, Argentina.
I am currently watching my New York Mets beat the Phillies by a score of 2-0 in the bottom of the fifth inning. Maybe whatever vicarious thrill I can assuage from this supposed victory will make up for the fact that the Rangers didn’t make the playoffs this year. At the very least I’m not anticipating any visits from the Vice President to assure my mortal demise.
Why the hype?
Anyone who knows me understands that I am not the biggest fan of the HM-2 guitar pedal/tone. In my humble opinion it has been done to death endlessly with a sea of copycats not even breaching the sonic territory of Rotten Sound’s goated Exit album. But to give credit where it’s due, Deadly do it rather well, even, dare say. DEADLY. They just endlessly vomit that sonic hornet’s nest down the listener’s earholes until they have no decision but to surrender and just accept the utter oblivion being purveyed. God, my college creative writing professor would be so proud of me for that last sentence.
Latest Release?
Luto, self-released. These four songs basically have the basic biology of any Rotten Sound/Nails album in their DNA: pummelling blasts, groovy two-steps, lyrics about betrayal (presumably). It’s the perfect soundtrack to watch the Mets blow this comfortable lead in the 8th inning. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
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