THE HOMICIDES are a buncha creeps. Loud, crude, distortion fuelled kamikaze buzzsaw muscle… Degenerate garage trash… These are the people your parents warned you about… The instinctive swagger of a group with its head in the gutter and its hands down your pants… their songs instantly memorable, hook driven, damned dirty souped up side-walk classics. Pure amplified amphetamine… Live shows incendiary. The Homicides crash through their sets like a tomcat onspeed, pushing themselves to the limit every time.
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