Through the glorious, magical power of gift-carding and the love of a great woman, I was able to pick up the newest offering of leaden sludgery and pop-DOOM from Miami’s own Torche, a riff-laden epic of weighty melody and grind entitled Restarter.
I’ve mentioned before that my loving bundle of sarcastic joy, Lady Jenn, likes to give me a hard time over my, ehrm, “hipster proclivities.” She is certainly going to shake her head in abominable shame once she realizes what accompanied this most glorious of LPs…these fuckin’ bitchin’ hipster shades! Let’s get weird together, bros! ;D
Post-Script: This continues to beg the following unanswered query, though; if I fail to post my vinyl on social media, does it then cease to exist??
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