Commands Don’t Stop. Sent through a primitive portal from a ruined future world, Commands come to warn the population of imminent and multiple threats. This radiated report of a dystopic world barely hidden from the mind’s eye is transmitted through salubrious lashings of punk, electronica and rhythmic spoken word.

Don't. Stop.

Music drowns out the sound of the world burning

Existential punk, folk and rock.  Catchy riffs and self-indulgence in the face of meaningless.

-from Nick and Pilch.

Dance.
Electronic//House//Funk//Techno//Disco//Italo//Bass.

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