Skronk + Rat Run Records

Skronk + Rat Run Records deliver a declaration, five lines in the sand if you will:

Five Hours Five Acts.

Real moves, keen ears, and then there was the drum? the scrapers and the shakers, banging on a beer keg making a racket. Smooth transitions, how now spirits? Slimline tonics for the new world blues, softshadow will make you feel it. The fresh winter?s wind in the floor heaving through, motes of dust puff from the Lead Ashtray and proudly extol the virtues of spending time outdoors. Exhale... Exaltations to the ones before and the ones after, in it together forever, feel something, act tender, transfer energy to meaning, in noise we must trust. Before the swamp of microplastics consumes us. Before the MPTL Data servers fritz and staccato signals perforate the night like a hand poke tattoo. As we are left to sift through the debris, the chimes ring out and welcome in the witching hour.