Four blokes from England in ghillie suits. The title lays out their thesis, and then they deliver on it -- squelched-synth tales of our dark, degrading times. Sounds like Chrome doing non-stop dance floor bangers. Way better than Viagra Boys.
From the start, sirens wail and a distorted bassline ignites the opener “Bad Apple” before the pair charge into scathing critiques of police brutality, toxic masculinity, gentrification, homophobia and more.
