Emerging from the shattered dreams of 80,000 moon-years in cryogenic backup drives, Everything Goes Cold are ready to gently apply ointment to the end pieces of your bread. Probably to reduce friction or something. Their new album, "Black Out the Sun", will release a swarm of tiny robots into the sea to build a giant fortress of 8-bit industrial rocks. In that fortress will dwell Crashfaster, whose recent escape from Doctor Unmentionable's lab of bizarre folk-art and pet rocks formed the basis for their brand new release, "Superchroma".
Together, they form a mighty, pixelated disco ball that is not angry at you, just disappointed.
September 7 celebrates the release of new albums by THREE of San Francisco's most exciting local bands- Everything Goes Cold, Crashfaster, and Limnus. While all three acts have graced the stage of DNA Lounge countless times over the years, this show will be the first to highlight a new era for all three. So put on your sex poncho and get ready for a night of death rock, industrial, and chip-infused pop from the producers of Green Acres: The Next Generation.
Emerging from the shattered dreams of 80,000 moon-years in cryogenic backup drives, Everything Goes Cold are ready to gently apply ointment to the end pieces of your bread. Probably to reduce friction or something. Their new album, "Black Out the Sun", will release a swarm of tiny robots into the sea to build a giant fortress of 8-bit industrial rocks. In that fortress will dwell Crashfaster, whose recent escape from Doctor Unmentionable's lab of bizarre folk-art and pet rocks formed the basis for their brand new release, "Superchroma".
Together, they form a mighty, pixelated disco ball that is not angry at you, just disappointed.
September 7 celebrates the release of new albums by THREE of San Francisco's most exciting local bands- Everything Goes Cold, Crashfaster, and Limnus. While all three acts have graced the stage of DNA Lounge countless times over the years, this show will be the first to highlight a new era for all three. So put on your sex poncho and get ready for a night of death rock, industrial, and chip-infused pop from the producers of Green Acres: The Next Generation.
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