The third suite of the three part album “This Life Is Where You Get Fucked…” Hills, homicide, and bicycles. Punk fucking rock and hardcore techno, with a dash of death metal for good measure. And bikes. And death. And fate tailing mere inches from the back of your head. Are you fast enough? Is fate a cunning enemy? Or an inanimate obstacle? When life tells you stop, run the red. Your death could be art.
Why? Riding a bicycle in furious downtown traffic can feel like an act of deliberate survival. That’s where it all begins.
Where? Rain soaked, traffic clogged slabs of asphalt. The sky line is a graveyard.
Who? JP, Sum Grrrl, and a red, steel frame single speed.
How? Right on 12th, left on Jackson. Watch for broken glass, cuz it’s Monday morning. Down the hill. Right on 5th. Run the red here, or you’ll be neck deep in cars. Take a soft left onto Prefontaine. Go fast, there are two busses behind you and they’re running late. Hear the horns. Flip ‘em off. Take a left on Yesler. Jump onto the sidewalk. Shambling Drunks zig zag in front of you. Coast. Dodge. Bark. Arrive at work’s front door. Sigh. Repeat.
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