Disassembling the early Unwound/Touch and Go jigsaw puzzle with their bare teeth, Shokei seem to transcend such borders and brandish their own urgent, dischordant mess upon the masses. Song after song, you are served a melodic hammer to the head until you are too dizzy to deny them. Their live shows an aural onslaught, their sometimes mustaches unrivaled, their drink holding apparatus unmatched. Music for the thinking man and the felon arsonist, all wrapped in one.
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