Indeterminate Reality Show

Gritty and grimy, raw and slimy: only the fuzz of lo-fi production will cushion you from the savagery of its gut-punches. A feral cornucopia of “under-the-radar rock ‘n’ roll”–as broadly defined as possible–from the late 1950s-present, as well as some weirded-out rural howling, avant-whatever, soul that stomps holes in the floor… etc., TBD, ad infinitum.