Fat Earthers combining drum, guitar and lyric in a psychedelic punky sweat driven haze, once again leaves you questioning everything. A riff-filled two man explosion. Expect wildness. Expect weirdness. Expect a roaring combination of British garage punk with a side order of psychedelics, conspiracy theories and lots of sweat.
'It’s a primal racket that sounds like an early Sub-Pop band playing Spiral Scratch on shit-loads of drugs.' - Louder Than War