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Man’s Ruin

Low tone, Beat Happening vocals melt over the singer’s teeth like microwaved Velveeta and Swiss. Your speakers will belch out a steady mix of what could be the most disturbing as well as cheesiest combination of song and verse of all time. It’s unsure if these guys are out to destroy Emo-core or if they’ve got a problem with the Austin club Emo’s, but it is certain, when enduring Fuckemos, you may have a good belly laugh, question the state of cultural and moral affairs, bust a rockin’ groove, or all of the above. Finally Kozik’s label finds an act which appropriately compliments a majority of his cartoonish, in-your-face artwork. It’s like the Muppet Show on peyote. File under Moronico Satanica. Man’s Ruin Records, 610 22nd Street #302, San Francisco, CA 94107

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