The Bay Area punk duo of Megan March and John No simply lack the capacity to remain still. Street Eaters have toured restlessly since forming, taking their two-piece punk as far as Germany and Hungary. When it came time to record Blood::Muscles::Bones they took their weathered pickup truck to Buzz Or Howl Studios in Portland, OR, completing their session in four days. Few records manage to translate exertion like Blood::Muscles::Bones. From "Reverse" to "Comets", Street Eaters sweat feels present on the two-inch tape. It's a record that gets physical with you. Partially owed to its inpecable sequencings, the album deserves to be played in full by the listener at home and the band on the road. There is an exhaustion that comes with Blood::Muscles::Bones felt by the band as their vocals are never overly-practiced, but left bare and prone to cracks and trembles that come with a live set. This exhaustion is thrust upon the listener to a point that it transports you to whatever dank basement or living room they are in, full of smelly teenagers stacked atop one another in a dancing, moshing frenzy. It's prepared for every romanticised night that lies on the road ahead. Repping truewave punk, Street Eaters' Blood::Muscles::Bones is the sound of phsyiological punk music; with the tightening of sinews and burning of fatigue, Street Eaters dig deeper within because in the end those capacities will be all they own. The record comes in a beatufilul letter-pressed, wraparound LP-Sleeve, pressed on golden vinyl!

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