There's a shack roundabouts southern Washington state, miles away from regular civ'lization. Folks here know shit ain't right in the outside world, so they done started their own Federation and, just to keep things real anonymous-like, named it X. 'Course they needed only the most defiant, aggravated sounds to echo 'cross the land and piss off them neighbors, so they holed up in this crusty, rusty old shack and just to' it up, rippin' away at them poor, helpless guitars -- even makin' 'em battle like some sorta cockfight. One guy hollered and wailed like maybe rodents were nippin' at his ankles; another banged them drums so hard, you'd think hittin' them damned skins was the only thing worth fightin' for. Oh, and they done remembered to hit the "record" button too, so lucky for you, outsider, you get a sneak peak at what anarchic rock 'n' roll folks really sound like.
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