In the vacuum that is now expanding there is a ragged and defensive sound vibrating out from the determinedly dirty underground. THIS is POW! Deep 80’s synth bass percolating under the circuit-swamp-fried-egg guitar.. the drums a teenage tiger’s heartbeat and vocals delivered like a dead-pan face-slap from a kid half your age.
The recording is simple and dense – it has a natural Doppler effect on headphones. It’s perfectly poppy and rough at the same time, and it has a message, so dig in ear-wise…

Listen to ‘Hope Dealers’ on Brooklyn Vegan now.