Castle Face are always the safest of hands and this band is one of their best new talents – this is a buzz-saw wave of adrenaline-infused guitar feedback with irrepressible, impatient riffs that are itching to break out of the speakers.
meanwhile, their ensemble vocals convey a ramones-esque thousand-yard dead pan stare surgically pinned to a high octane set of boredom-energised punk pistons. This is an ear-ringing missive from the end of the cul-de-sac, a mirage wavering above a mid-sized American suburb at dusk, with the constellations bleached black by the sprawl. A little Wipers, a little Wire, ty segall, goggs, parquet courts and a lot of late-capitalist era anxious energy—Flat Worms scratch the itch very nicely.
- Goodbye Texas
- White Roses
- Red Hot Sand