What I wouldn’t give to be at a Period Bomb show right now. Ears fucked, beer spilled on my shirt, sweaty bodies knocking into me in rhythmless waves. A live cut from the Period Bomb / Bleeders tour takes you right back. Through it you hear one of the gnarliest post-punk bands rip through a mid-set banger. Surf guitars set to kill, a wild sax wailing into the vortex and Period Bomb’s characteristic sell-all vocals that move from growl to wail and back within the same breath cycle. Can’t wait to see Period Bomb again.