Air Conditioning

Like a giant, industrial-sized warehouse cooling machine, Air Conditioning are filled with rumbling, metallic thuds, and an almost soothing rhythm of vibrating gears. With ease, a mighty pace gallops towards you, like a train carrying thousands of gallons of petroleum in a thunderstorm. As if Universal Indians decided to spend a day playing only Neanderthal songs, or if Harry Pussy did their best interpretation of 'Holy Money' by Swans, Air Conditioning punish with teeth-grinding intensity; bass gurglings and unholy guitar tricks carried with a heavy dose of bass / snare interplay.