
The group put a melodic spin on the confrontational instincts of things like no wave and post-punk, dabbling in a quasi-industrial/goth plod, and subtly shocking imagery. Not too shocking, though, which is what saves the songs' grimy Orwellian tension as they touch on everything from their hometown's bedbug epidemic to a day on in the life on the grid. It's a bit of an elegant freak show, covered in spiky distortion, which is something that noise rock like this needs. And even though the songs tend to go on for a bit longer than your average noise, punk, et. al. dynamic, the end result is more of an extended dirge than a groove. It's dark, discomforting, and very bleak.

Sadly, the batteries in my camera died pretty early during the show, but I was able to shoot these two photos.