Photo courtesy of Jake Smith Pardon me for feeding into the grim collective unconscious taking over this dirt clod, but I have been really mulling on the music of San Francisco peace-punks Crucifix for the past few weeks. Now, that’s not to say there isn’t a day where the absolute bodaciousness of songs like “Blind Destruction” or “Steelcase Enclosure” don’t cross my mind, because they sure as shit do. Yet, as the apocalyptic visions they caste into my eyes and ears as a middle-schooler become more concrete, I can’t help but squeeze myself deeper into their monstrous sound and find solace in its’ roar.
one of the greatest US punk bands, ever. Absolutely pulverizing