Seven Year Cicada

Triple Crown

Hardcore kids playing with some evil stuff… black metal. Just a little (evil) keyboard. Mostly, there is a lot of chugga chugga and china boy crashes with schizophrenic changes to keep you on your toes. You better be getting limber for that kung fu style. The kids… I can see it now. A dark hall, perhaps a women’s club, the song builds up, the kids are beating their chests, the players tense, the dancers tense, the release… ahhhhhhhhhh legs and arms everywhere, the hall moves on its foundations. It’s been done.

Triple Crown Records, 331 West 57th #472, New York, NY 10019;

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