Humbug

A thick, syrupy sludge replaces the band's signature high-speed garage energy, as if the songs have been dragged through the dust of the Mojave Desert.

The guitars vibrate with a heavy, sand-choked distortion, while a persistent carnivalesque dread creeps in through swirling vintage organs and a deliberate, heavy-footed drum stomp. The songwriting abandons kitchen-sink realism for cryptic, nocturnal character studies that demand deep listening.