Young Machetes is a clashing, rambling urban nightmare built up with a cynical cycle of social sarcasm boiling over into shrieking nonsensical tirades. And it’s fantastic. The Blood Brothers have a tendency to personify places or inanimate objects by sexualizing them. Everything from seasons of the year, to machine guns is impulsively depraved. This album travels like a lyrical collage, taking everything from crushing personal experiences, to musical icons to thread a backward world of erratic violence, abandonment and prejudice. Equality is a joke, security is an abandoned ideal, and death is consuming all around is. These are the messages delivered with an aggressive mania that manages to be both desperate and bold. Highly recommended. (on another note-I apologize for the shitty resolution of a couple of photos on here)
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