Magnapinna

Leeds, UK. 2009 - Present We will not prosper Slint'le poisoned again. In years past, thirst Bellini, with Shellac, Chavez, but I tried to ease chapped lips once. They say math rock, post-hardcore, they say, they say the say. I speak for myself, irregular rhythms, stop-and-scratches, change the tunes on the sly scissors, dissonant and angular guitars patient. Embedded into the background, humming and screaming between the outgoing, familiar with the language of foreign language vocals, though.