The breakfast violence havoc-crew offers up a full-length assault on your ears, to be consumed with mass amounts of flying cereal and explosions of orange juice.
Waifle continue in their vein of pseudo-political lo-fi spazz outs, meshing the sound of traditional indie hardcore and an almost garage-style approach. Plenty of tongue-in-cheek sarcasm and minor chords for the kids to throw windmill kicks and untargeted flailing in the floors of garages and warehouse venues across the continent. ~ Blake Butler