Ricer – XXX-Size

Roughneck cork-stalls connected to marble shawls dripping with the itch of complexity from an absinthe overhang. Definitely could qualify as being RadioDisney-ready, laced with noteworthy flatout word-wads as Alice on the way down dies small and frozen. If I had to guess, this is gnawed from both ripened Halo of Flies and Flyleaf as an apothecary of disturbed, chinless, mitigating factors.

Yeah, but do you like it?

Yeah, but I do, as an anthemic superlative of opposing forces, as waifish vibrato sacks unchecked, clamorous guitars. “Ladyfingers” at one end, “Bleeder” at the other. “1 on 1” is a compact Arvo Part meltdown. “Strangers” sounds like a deconstructed Doobie Brothers coin-toss – deliberate, detrimental and gutsy as hell. The heaviest of quaint, XXX+Size features the tension of blank space merged against a faded depth-charge played by those who drink lots of coffee.

Yeah, but do you like it?

Yeah, but I do!

Ricer
XXX+Size
[We Destroy the Family]