Check out the band that makes Bob Dylan's future corpse roll over in its grave.
With two thumbs on the jugular of Babylon writ in miniature, Onion Machine writhes and thrashes its way through a series of tales scraped and sopped off dive bar floors and the gutters bridging that span between the eardrums worn by denizens of that savage waste which is Anytown, America. Ecstatic in the face of existential dread, this tempestuous folk-punk will stick in your head like a dirty thought and leave you screaming for more.
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