The simple bending guitar squeal and reduced distant vocals curl through the communion of the midnight saint between candles and spray paint under the writhing sweating living and the medicated dead, those in heaven, those in hell, the difference no can tell, no one wants to tell and everyone lives under the cast of its spell, is it church? is it sacrifice? it’s the burn of cigarettes and wild turkey on ice, its the devil in disguise and the sex of Madonna’s wedding dress eyes.  Download your date with the devil here.

Pure Lust