GA - RAGE !
From the filthiest and darkest dungeons of their city, from the colder humid and bombastic caverns underneath, you can hear its roar.
Open your ears well (actually, put on ear protection dude!) and hope that staying at distance will save you.
Fuzz-earthquakes and gruesome distortions, harsh squealing feedbacks to the extreme, distant echoes and whines of hope, praising words invoking giant dinosaurs, cosmic energy and even hints to the king of superheroes, Jack Kirby.

Spit and rejected by primordial anger, they took steps out from the slime following footsteps left from the freaks Cap. Beefheart, Zappa, Mothers of Invention, going through the more recent wave of psych & garage rock (John Dwyer, Ty Segall, and such) and being fans of heavily guitar-riffed music at 360 degrees: from The Melvins to Jon Spencer, from Butthole Surfers to Lightning Bolt, also taking any weird influences from Devo to japanese noise rock and so on...

 

All this, expertly disguised as guitar, fuzz, toys, drums and tons of volume. A king-sized eclectic duo, BIG sounding, clumsy, rowdy, filled with boredom, tears, screams, wasted time, childish anger, TNT.

Two naive laughable figures, constantly whirling demolition charge, free to explore and cross any sound boundaries with help of their square-wavey cry.
"Speakr Blown" their debut album is entitled, recorded in two garage boxes, entirely D.I.Y.  and on the fly.

"Turn the gain up- let it feed you- deep inside the back of your brain!"