Afraid of Figs with Verbal Tip and Death By Steamship

Afraid of Figs

Death By Steamship

The eye-contact made in a steamy living room on the Northern edge of Ballard, Crown Hill really. Eye-contact inevitably followed by smiles all around, "yeah, we finally nailed that part. And it sounded fucking dope". Put the smiles away and get back to work, this motherfuckers an epic and we got two minutes left. So let's nail this 'cuz the shoddy recording is rolling and we only get to meet up weekly. And how's it feel so good to scream and sweat and fly and somehow feel relieved, yet productive afterward. Grinning on the back of the bus all the way home. Black shirts salt stained from sweat. Oh, and bananna, chocolate chip, blueberry Guinness pancakes. Ya heard me.

"These art-damaged Seattle punks take very little seriously. But their music they take very seriously. Best song title: “Theme Song for a Belltown Pseudo Yuppie.”  Dagger 

"My attention was quickly grabbed by their sloppy, muffled, drunken art-rock. The lead vocals are screaming proclamations buried beneath deceptively complex instrumentation that blends punk, jazz, and new wave influences... Their music is so bursting with messy exuberance. It’s the sound of a band that hasn’t been around long enough to be afraid of risking the audience for the sake of pushing the envelope.”  Weekly Volcano 

"Steamed my ears like chopped broccoli and cauliflower. And they seem to either love or hate cows. And I couldn't agree more."  Roctober 

"Yelpy and screamy vocals, staccato bursts someone called "messy exuberance," and that's close enough to steal, hit save, and move on."  Lollipop ..