#1616 Solids - Blame Confusion

Everbuilding guitars over galloping drums, roaring off with endless depth and momentum, a hurtle down a night drag halfdrunk and whipped by headlight flashes. This is that heedless feeling, the most relentless moments of Cloud Nothings and Trail of the Dead hammered into immutable shapes - exhausting and singleminded, but strangely admirable - deeply enjoyable if you're in justtherightspot 3.5/5