Hold onto your panties, rock rats! Dirty Dog’s slipped in with a fresh dose of chaotic goodness for ya.
Living in the spit-and-glare of D.C. ain’t all monuments and stuffed suits. Nah, the city’s underbelly has a throbbing pulse, and trust me, it ain’t patriotic.
Enter American Television: the kinda band that chews up all that political bullshit and spews out neon-lit chaos. Think of them as the city’s answer to sleepless nights, burning rage, personal shitstorms, and that odd glint of “maybe tomorrow won’t suck as much.”
Their latest racket, “Scars”? It’s the badass sequel to 2020’s underground rebel yell “Watch It Burn”. It’s like mainlining cynicism with a chaser of pop-punk ecstasy – the kind of combo that makes you wanna laugh, scream, and dance all at once.
And for those living under a rock, thinking “American who-now?” – pull your head outta your arse, will ya? These old buggers have been thrashing around for yonks, sharing beer spills and stage dives with the big guns like Spanish Love Songs, Iron Chic, and a whole slew of others.
In short? American Television’s sound is like a bar fight with a jukebox – it’s messy, loud, in your face, and filled with surprises. “Scars” ain’t just another punk album; it’s a war cry with a killer soundtrack. So get ready to get down, get dirty, and get a hefty dose of reality, courtesy of the D.C. rebels. Light the fuse, kids. The explosion’s gonna be epic.