Voice of the Mysterons

I can see them coming over the hill... from the heart of Scotland... a shambling juggernaut... angular alt-punk anti heroes... lank and volumous... Humanity has never beheld such a creature! Verbose and wailing vocals... irrepressible drums... bounding distorto bass... throbbing cheese-wire geetar... uttering both blessings and woe. They speak in tongues... of west coast hardcore and of new wave... they whisper of Captain Beefheart, of The Misfits, of The Dead Kennedys and of DEVO... and still they come!

Humanity has never beheld such a creature!
Verbose and wailing vocals... irrepressible drums... bounding distorto bass... throbbing cheese-wire geetar...
uttering both blessings and woe.
They speak in tongues... of west coast hardcore and of new wave... they whisper of Captain Beefheart, of The Misfits, of The Dead Kennedys and of DEVO...
and still they come!
They come for your wives... for your children... for you!
The living dead are driven before them! They're drawing nearer now... jerking... beckoning with every convulsion... who knows what otherworldly master they serve?

its punk rock, Jim - but not as we know it!!!