Deep in the graveyard SF a young hand with black and cracked nails is pushing up through a broken pile of E-slag. Bitter teeth tear through server cables and motherboards, trying to be freed from the ever deepening sludge of tech waste...the Iphone is the new Styrofoam cup.
Stepping over them, eyes glazed, feet dragging, blank face aglow in the eerie luminescence of the smart(?) phones underfoot, is the spirit of these songs.
San Francisco has long been filling up with noobs…but now we face the most dangerous, the most egregious and blandest of them all...
people with lots of money.
NOBODY can square-up a joint like rich people.
POW! have written a punk eulogy to our fair city.
-- John Dwyer
1st pressing: Colored vinyl is silver, and comes with a flexi of the killer jam "Hangin Out (At Home)"
2nd pressing: Colored vinyl is Wasp Guts (A Side Black B Side Yellow)