Death Becomes Even The Maiden: "The Only Thing I Feel For You Is The Recoil"

If true happiness is a gun warm to the touch, then unequivocal ecstasy—for this Capitol City triage at least—is in the wrist-breaking kickback. The B side from their hot-off-the-lathe Pink 7”, this pillage-n’-plunder anti-anthem was a session leftover from last year’s The Arrangement EP. Nuked and with enough feedback though, one man’s scraps become another derelict’s feast—and while you certainly can’t gorge yourself here on words alone (bassist/iron shriek Eric Greenwood proffers only a quatrain’s worth of transgressive tropes), by the time this one is over, a pistol whipping would be a welcome respite from the post-punk pith still knotting itself in your belly.