
High-velocity garage punk recorded with a raw, basement-show urgency. Snarling vocals and jagged riffs capture the friction of teenage restlessness.
February 4, 2017
A high-octane burst of teenage defiance and raw, unpolished vulnerability.
How does Sorry, Mom sound next to the rest of Destroy Boys's catalogue?
The production is pushed notably harder into lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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