Primitive Impulse: Piss It Away 12"
Like a roar, or a belch, in the face of late-stage capitalism Cincinnati’s Primitive Impulse comes blasting through your speakers with thirteen tracks of head-pounding drums, face-shredding guitars, and guttural indictments of the consumer capitalist hellscape we currently languish in. This is not polished, well packaged festival hardcore/punk—it’s the kind that will pull a switchblade on you, take your wallet, and give your money to the poor. Timely like a well-timed gut punch in a street fight, the boys in PI line up the asshole parade of the opening track and knock them down one by one over the next 18 minutes. No quarter asked, none given. In the face of despair, as the world burns around us, Piss It Away is the defiant “fuck you” that we all need right now. -Ben Michaelis
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$990.00Primitive Impulse: Piss It Away 12"
Like a roar, or a belch, in the face of late-stage capitalism Cincinnati’s Primitive Impulse comes blasting through your speakers with thirteen tracks of head-pounding drums, face-shredding guitars, and guttural indictments of the consumer capitalist hellscape we currently languish in. This is not polished, well packaged festival hardcore/punk—it’s the kind that will pull a switchblade on you, take your wallet, and give your money to the poor. Timely like a well-timed gut punch in a street fight, the boys in PI line up the asshole parade of the opening track and knock them down one by one over the next 18 minutes. No quarter asked, none given. In the face of despair, as the world burns around us, Piss It Away is the defiant “fuck you” that we all need right now. -Ben Michaelis
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Like a roar, or a belch, in the face of late-stage capitalism Cincinnati’s Primitive Impulse comes blasting through your speakers with thirteen tracks of head-pounding drums, face-shredding guitars, and guttural indictments of the consumer capitalist hellscape we currently languish in. This is not polished, well packaged festival hardcore/punk—it’s the kind that will pull a switchblade on you, take your wallet, and give your money to the poor. Timely like a well-timed gut punch in a street fight, the boys in PI line up the asshole parade of the opening track and knock them down one by one over the next 18 minutes. No quarter asked, none given. In the face of despair, as the world burns around us, Piss It Away is the defiant “fuck you” that we all need right now. -Ben Michaelis
