Let slip the dogs of war!
Collapse,with vicious yet subtle precision, target the myriad ills of our urban woe-nderland,documenting the existential horror of a humanity so deformed, by captivity in the city-state Leviathan, as to be rejected by Nature as an unrecognisable 'other'.
This is punk rock with heart and a switchblade that hits it's venomous stride with the incendiary charge of the title track's chilling revenge fantasy :
'Leather jackets,tight pants, ski-masks.
You won't hurt my sister again.
We're coming to fuck you up. '
Favorite track: Disarm.