Tinnitus’ lingering tings are the remnants of one’s aural acquaintance with Orange County’s Cosmonauts. Sheer volume in hubbub; that’s them and their self-coined genre of fuzzy (in sound and fuzzy in that opiate haze sort of way) din: Drug Punk. Who needs pedals when you can blow out your vintage Fenders? Cosmonauts go full throttle—how else do you get to space? http://getbent.fm/post/20538669417/review-cosmonauts-if-you-wanna-die-then-i-wanna-die
“We played a daytime house party while we were at South by Southwest and a cop rolled up,” says Alex, Cosmonauts guitarist. “We kept playing. The cop turned on one of his sirens and he couldn’t hear it so he turned on three of his sirens. He had a noise war with us. We didn’t even hear it.” Read more from our interview with the band at http://letsgetbent.tumblr.com/post/7093225046/here-come-cosmonauts.
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