Fuzz. In the middle of somewhere, Drens met and wrote little guitar hymns. These pieces of garage / surf punk are dedicated to the heroes that neither were bitten by a small spider nor found a green ring instead it’s about those who tell jokes at parties that sadly nobody laughs about.
What a pity, but c’est la vie, right?
Anyways they’re doing okay because with great charm comes great responsibility. Fuzz.