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Zeke

About Zeke

Take a deep breath before you play these tracks from Zeke. They start like a pair of dragsters given a green light at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Their songs are short, fast and raw like a flesh-and-metal mess of a train wreck. A nihilistic attack on music, the drums are fast; and with the bass, they hit the accelerator and never let up. The guitars and vocals steer the sound around hairpin curves and smash it all into your head. It's over before you knew what hit you. You'll be begging for mercy, then you'll beg for more.

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Zeke

Take a deep breath before you play these tracks from Zeke. They start like a pair of dragsters given a green light at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Their songs are short, fast and raw like a flesh-and-metal mess of a train wreck. A nihilistic attack on music, the drums are fast; and with the bass, they hit the accelerator and never let up. The guitars and vocals steer the sound around hairpin curves and smash it all into your head. It's over before you knew what hit you. You'll be begging for mercy, then you'll beg for more.

About Zeke

Take a deep breath before you play these tracks from Zeke. They start like a pair of dragsters given a green light at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Their songs are short, fast and raw like a flesh-and-metal mess of a train wreck. A nihilistic attack on music, the drums are fast; and with the bass, they hit the accelerator and never let up. The guitars and vocals steer the sound around hairpin curves and smash it all into your head. It's over before you knew what hit you. You'll be begging for mercy, then you'll beg for more.

About Zeke

Take a deep breath before you play these tracks from Zeke. They start like a pair of dragsters given a green light at the Bonneville Salt Flats. Their songs are short, fast and raw like a flesh-and-metal mess of a train wreck. A nihilistic attack on music, the drums are fast; and with the bass, they hit the accelerator and never let up. The guitars and vocals steer the sound around hairpin curves and smash it all into your head. It's over before you knew what hit you. You'll be begging for mercy, then you'll beg for more.