Leeds, UK. 2009 - Present We will not prosper Slint'le poisoned again. In years past, thirst Bellini, with Shellac, Chavez, but I tried to ease chapped lips once. They say math rock, post-hardcore, they say, they say the say. I speak for myself, irregular rhythms, stop-and-scratches, change the tunes on the sly scissors, dissonant and angular guitars patient.