You're in an oil stained garage that's been cleared out to make just enough room for your friend's band and there's a dozen people crowded in there stinking like sweat and shitty beer and the feedback is bouncing off the walls and the shirtless guys are bouncing off each other and when you step outside for a smoke you can still feel the concrete shake.
That's this album. At full volume.
Favorite song: Suckerpunch
New Bomb Turks at allmusic
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Their lead singer...he's retarded, yes? Feh. Here's your Suckerpunch.
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