Twelve Gauge Blues
The Death Rays were born to bleed and sweat onto cheap gear, to play for gas money and drink tickets, in basements, legions, rec centres, dive bars, warehouses, squats, skateparks and driveways. They travel through deserts, forests and mountain ranges to spread their love. They sleep in the back of vans, at rest stops, on your floor, and bathe in gas station sinks. They love open stretches of highway, coolers full of ice cold beer and awesome breakfasts, made with love by friends old and new. They are four men in a van, with you in their sights, ready to destroy. 'This is the music you might get if Shane MacGowan's liver formed a rock band with his kidneys.' The Nerve.