Tavalisest adrenaliinirohkem ja depressiivsem, teravalt kriipiv ja kragisev shoegaze .. midagi A Place To Bury Strangers suunda, kuid kurjem. Huvitavalt iseloomustav fragment Khalil Ghadban'i (rape faction) intervjuust:
I’ve met this junky chick from Halifax on the corner of st. Laurent and Mount Royal one night, she told me the story of how she and her boyfriend had just been married and her rich father bought them a new house and filled it up with beautiful objects, she was pregnant at the time and her boyfriend had picked out all this delicate hand crafted wooden furniture for the babies room. her eyes lit up when she described the crib in detail and the pattern on the wallpaper. then she told me how her boyfriend let one of his hoser friends come stay over and set him up on the floor next to the crib. while they were out one day, buddy got stoned and fucking threw a cigarette into the waste basket. then he took off. when the girl came home, the house had burned to the ground. they had sent out the papers for the insurance a few days earlier. unfortunately the insurance company reserved the right to cancel the policy within the first 2 weeks of receiving payment. they lost everything. now she and her husband live in a tent on the mountain and roam the city selling heroin to other crusts to support their own habit. don’t know what happened to the baby.
