Once upon a spacetime...

To see this band play is to watch a spiralling, rapidly dying thing expending the little that remains of its worth and value for no apparent reason other than the extinguishment of its own life force. We are playing ourselves to death. We would rather be dead but we keep writing new songs and are recording a new album against our will. It is an embarrassing destiny. We have lost control of our bowels. We are drowning in own shit but we are one fucker of a hard-driving boogie band.

The best rock music is fuelled by the empty delusion that it is somehow changing the world. If people listen to us, their lives will change as a result of the expenditure of our life and breath.

To watch the pointless, worthless, scintillating spectacle of our death is to face the eternal. To listen to the Primitive Calculators is to live for ever. Our squalid demise is your salvation. It’s a dirty job but someone has to do it.

Old people smell like shit.