Take this and listen to it loudly:
Bet you didn't realize that mere moments after pressing play you were about to drown in a thunderous tsunami of everything that makes rock awesome. Bruised guitar melodies ache and weave inside walls of distortion. Drums fall from the sky like Satan's own meteor shower. Muddy rumbling bass oozes out across you before hardening into a diamond edge. And those throat shredding vocals barely treading the line between impassioned rage and balls out screaming.
This is Council Flat Blues, the debut single of Eagulls- the art school rockers leveling Leeds with one mighty hammer of the guitar. An album is coming. You should get it.
I see you eyeing up the video again, a guilty sweat breaking out. It's going to be okay, this is simply the sound of rock finding its testicles again. It loses them from time to time. It just takes a stroke of brutal awesome like this song and a band like Eagulls to sew them back on with barbed wire and nothing but whisky for anesthetic.
Fuck. Yes.
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