Dead Moon

The kind of slow driving, guitar-drenched rock 'n' roll that was last heard pouring out of a dimly lit Lower East Side bar circa 1976. Vocals are easily reminiscent of Richard Hell's pained singing style, falling somewhere between a wail and a moan. Guitars whine and grind at the languid pace of a dying generator, perking up only to screech out a few selected notes. This is Punk that harks back to an era before the term existed.