Lyrics don’t matter when you’re band is named Sex Church.
That’s precisely why I hand-picked this gem from the roughage and presented it to your face on a silver-platter lined with scorn. The sound –eerily reminiscent of the up-beat Misfits anthems mashed through a fuzz-pedal with the melodramatic tempo and vocalization of the Subhumanz— delights my ear drums. The band wrapped up their last tour with a stop in Seattle at the Rendezvous this November, and I only wish I’d heard them in time to catch it. Luckily for me, and maybe you, these post-punk rockers are from the Great White North (read: British Columbia) so we will catch another tour through these parts soon.
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