my hand are the only thing i need to pull these weeds!
fuck yr shovels, fuck yr trowels! ...stealing gardening books from powell's.
smudging dirt on the pages, 'cause i got dirt on my hands.
taste ground in everything i eat! don't you dare rinse that beet!
no scrubbing, we are just grubbing on these spuds!
dirt on my hands—never wash it off.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016