With something like telepathy, the four began cultivating a scrambled grammar as legible at a backyard punk show as it would be in a stadium setting. Unwieldy, humorous, sexy, ruthless, the Street Fruit landscape is rigged with trap doors that drop the bottom out of rock ‘n’ roll, aerial views of rant-punk that leave just enough out, and alleys emptying into sunburnt boombox jams with cardboard laid out for passersby to dance.

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