No ACTS before LEWD — and after ACTS, not a single blade of grass will grow.
Release after release, they never miss. San Diego's cannibal tribe LEWD ACTS build up with every record, and the acid they spray at full throttle here melts flesh, seeps into the marrow, and casts a first-rate shadow across your back. While a dime a dozen of snot-nosed nobodies sink into so-called metalcore and beatdown, this band's uncompromising devotion to the nihilism and sheer singularity of HARDCORE PUNK sets free every beer-soaked old-timer out there. They sound like no band that has ever existed. Right now, this is the #1 band that needs to be brought to Japan. A magnificent album, like black snow falling over balmy California. Go find out what the real thing sounds like.
Release after release, they never miss. San Diego's cannibal tribe LEWD ACTS build up with every record, and the acid they spray at full throttle here melts flesh, seeps into the marrow, and casts a first-rate shadow across your back. While a dime a dozen of snot-nosed nobodies sink into so-called metalcore and beatdown, this band's uncompromising devotion to the nihilism and sheer singularity of HARDCORE PUNK sets free every beer-soaked old-timer out there. They sound like no band that has ever existed. Right now, this is the #1 band that needs to be brought to Japan. A magnificent album, like black snow falling over balmy California. Go find out what the real thing sounds like.