A relentless free form noise rock onslaught from Dwindling. Four tracks of wild soul purging absurdity extracted from strings, sticks and throat for your unsuspecting ears.
Squealing guitar and frantic yelps collide with thundering drums, building up momentum as the shrieks become more demented. A frantic public address in an unintelligible language – a call to action for an incomprehensible cause. Occasionally the tumult dies back, strings creaking and vocals crooning and croaking, before picking up speed again and plunging headlong back into madness. The breaks are off and all we can do is swerve.