- Words: Fred Miketa
- Label: Action Driver
Bleeping chaos, danceable desecration, marching into the apocalypse. Primes is the confrontational and abrasively sexual militia that may just send The Faint back to their Nebraskan garage searching for a new sound. This band's scratchy, distorted vocals, which screech against an all-too-powerful percussion force, are undeniably effective, regardless of anyone's personal taste. Forged from the flames of post-punk band A Luna Red, Primes isn't devoid of energy. Their black hymns will definitely destroy a mass of expensive haircuts, annihilate too tight blazers and bring any dancefloor to its knees.
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