The first-ever single by this Chinatown-based drum machinist bass-thump ueber-group. These expatriate Bolivian-Germans know a thing or two about rock and roll, but sometimes that's enough. Featuring Kat Bigelow on melodic guitar distortion lead playing.
This posthumous release reminds us of the immeasurable potential and self-destructive hubris of a band described by knowing insiders as ?a call to undeclared war?.
Inspired in equal parts by euro-trash house music, childhood nightmares, and the hornet-buzz of electric guitars, this song is a potential club hit, if by dancing you mean a crab-like, blurry motion performed close to the ground.