No Pain In Pop

:::::::Winners

Luggin’ valve amps from Las Vegas, Old Blood set themselves down on your greedy lobes a couple minutes before heading inside to fry your brains, dragging all of Nevada’s empty air and silence with them. The more you turn up, the more of those quiet molecules’ll turn, fuming and grand strut, like Jael and Caleb shuffled up to Link Wray a long time ago and asked him to turn the shrapnel pulled from piggie’s guts into liquor. A few minutes later Fred’s on his knees handing eight-year-olds a 40oz of Hurricane Malt and blowing fag smoke in the faces of the American young - yes, such obscured lead lines stretch back behind Old Blood like sorry, raw tendrils; further than the history of hardcore as drums just keep on, and in the hot noise voices bark, humans crying out.



MP3: Old Blood - I Win



MP3: Old Blood - Colors Within Boundary



MP3: Old Blood - RISIN’ FROM THE DEAD

Tags: bands that say they're from Las Vegas but might not actually be from Las Vegas, old blood