Kennedy, songs with the 'oomph' of a jet powered freight train dragging a cargo of loosely tuned cutlery. A feisty two fingered salute to the prissy pop mainstream from which all manner of anger
is drawn to produce a sizable rupture on the eardrums. If you had no legs, this music would make you crawl to the stereo to turn it up, and any pain would just flood away. An audible assault on
the senses, with a confident apology straight after the bout. An obese and weighted sound, fed purely on fleshy bass riffs that argue and jostle with the guitar while the drums keep the fight
going; only the clarity of the keys is sufficient enough to ease the commotion. The moment where Water meets Fire captured in music. Songs that rush upon you, an entire hive of volume and pace,
only to be replaced in a moment by serenity; as the swarm dissolves into the air. An exhausting listen, a relentless wrestle with audio that leaves you battered and worn... but so alive!!! A mass
of genre splitting vibes and melodies, hammered out into the ether with more energy than a Turkish hooker on Prozac... Enjoy the music.