No way, not another
Double agent blowing his cover
Secret handshake, so clandestine
Another ambush, another slant rhyme
A million angels on the tip of his tongue
He spit them out before his bell got rung
Black helicopters crowding the sky
It could be CIA, or maybe FBI
It’s just a matter of time
Before the pattern takes hold
Your complicity matrix is
Quite a sight to behold
Another cover-up
Another crime
It’s okay, everything’ll be fine
Say your prayers
Say your sorrys
Hold out for another story
We’re still livin’
We’re still dyin’
We’re still payin’ for this island
No hurry
No delays
Another day in the U.S.A.
Sanguine sounds for uncertain times. Tricky beats to make your toes tap in unusual ways. A barrage of melodies and swirling sounds to keep your heartstrings taut. Chumps
Tom Broucksou's piccolo bass lines are meatier than a 50lb brisket. Ryan Richardson's voice soars. Jason Crawford pummels you into complete submission. Get some Gung! Chumps
"Singer of this group is one of the guitar players in the equally-brilliant band Bells≥. Here he spits and swaggers over a bed of vintage-sounding street punk bruisers." - Robert Ham Chumps
supported by 6 fans who also own “Double Agent Boricua”
Another politically charged punk EP in 2016? Yeah. This could've been horrible, but instead it manages to be great. It seems that J. Robbins can always manage to get amazing musicians together to create great music with him. The female vocals are sick too. Feels like early pixies. needsmorerage