“I guess you can say our music has the sweet elements of having a crush on someone but the screeching of an industrial car crusher.” states cruush’s vocalist & frontperson Amber Warren. And she’s bob on. cruush do have a melodic front. One that sounds like manufacturing error of prettiness. Corrosive. Half-melted. Spewing a destabilizing grunginess. So intense it creates a kind of paralysis.
Their core IP is formed when Amber’s darkwave nursery rhymes of dead-eyed dreamstate meet the white-knuckle tension of Arthur Boyd’s elliptical guitar. Tones muscular enough to administer compound fractures rage a cold war on the ears. Textures move in and out of phase, pluming for miles, drone-laced and magnificent.
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