One thing you could not accuse this band of is subtlety. Our songs are pretty direct about it; Draggle is not known for his delicacy behind the kit and Mr. Crowe certainly doesn’t mince words. However, nothing on the album is quite as blunt as No End to Me. Put simply; it’s written from the perspective of a man whose time is running out and rather than willingly accepting this, he’s mad as hell! He snarls, he swears, and in no uncertain terms tells the Grim Reaper to take a hike. Featuring some big chunky chords and no small use … Continue reading →