Description
NO HUMANS are the potato peels of anarcho-punk. All the essence and grit in a spit bucket of the adult world. The vibes are clear, but elements of experiment and pop sensibility winks and blinks and beeps. Our punk is sweet and sour, stumbling between kids word play gibberish and painful notions of how we treat each other – producing new meanings in your head.
No rules, no puppets. Peace, equality, deformity.
