What if Bowie had taken his most snarling, sleazy guitar god inclinations and gone all the way with them? He'd likely have sounded something like this Texas outfit, which spews its lyrics through permanently curled upper lips and plays noisy rock songs on guitars, but only as a prelude to smashing them.
Hot flashes of light delivered by cloud, seeding the metallic ether, in ways that make even the most high-balled rock and rollers eat their own dirt.
Born in a five-star whorehouse in the great state of Texas (population: FUCK YOU), the Lee Harvey Oswald Band is a pack of wild dogs begging at your table for sexual scraps and demanding the quick extinction of your dull affairs.