
The non-instrumental, more accessible songs are abrasive, loud, and alternate between mercurial and stumbling. “Cropstork” comes on all triple snare rolls and heavy-ish eighth-note strumming with shouted lyrics; “paraballanauseam” is a crooked, tinny, and tiny collection of seemingly random beats going off in the background as a chiming guitar is softly strummed in the fore.
In March, the band released its inaugural recording, a 7-inch called Husky Deluxe.
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Sat w/Games and Theory, Draw Me a Sheep, In the Arms of War, and Choke on the Color Olive at 1919 Hemphill St, FW. 817-920-9665.