Loud, ridiculous, desperate in the best way, and deep down beneath all the noise? A scrappy little shoot of love clinging on for dear life.

They started out in skumpunk, rolled into something even more weird and now land somewhere around “kalasgrunga.” Labels aside, it moves fast—like bombing a hill on a bike you barely know how to ride, pedaling harder anyway. And when it slows down (rare, but it happens), it’s like collapsing naked onto a memory foam mattress. Yeah. That.

The lyrics are raw and unpolished, shouted like you're trying to out-yell a storm over Öresund or whispered straight into your ear like a mischievous bird on your shoulder. But don’t just take our word for it—come feel it. Most people walk away grinning. Except that one really grumpy metalhead in Gothenburg. But man, he was really grumpy.

(their words, not ours).

And we almost forgot! They have an own computer game, right here --> https://tinyurl.com/44rsj7je