It’s about that time. New Hoarse material, peeps. Dig it.
Where Is This – Fucker (3” cdr, ltd. 30)
Where Is This? Yes, that’s pretty much what I’m wondering. As soon as Fucker breaks loose I am disoriented – the fuck? Where Is This would seem to be a matter of locus – place – but if you ask me, it’s about a state of mind – which, it seems, is nothing other than loco (en el coco, yes). Within seconds, Fucker transports you straight into Mark Ward’s head, and you’re not sure whether this is a fully comfortable spot at all. Things loom and lurk, then tempt, and then draw you in; sickly sweetness pulling you into full-on harsh darkness. Twenty minutes and a good pummeling later you’re spewed out again – Being Mark Ward; eat that, Spike Jonze – bruised and beaten, destroyed – longing, yearning for another go. Fucker will bring you down.