GUB ROCK

The murky, semi-apocalyptic bass line of ‘Gub Rock’ drives the track with an uncanny unease while Whirledge calmly orates: “As I tie myself to rocks and fill my pockets full of gravel.”  It’s a statement of doomed intent that lathers itself in layers of malevolent toplines before combusting into a chorus of brass blasts and throat-shredding vocals. The quiet-loud dynamics push and pull the ear. It’s beauty crosscut with beast and a side of sincerity.