Crows’ guttural brand of post-punk and noise rock relishes in its sheer blunt force, mystique and magnetism. Safety definitely isn’t James Cox and friends’ forte: their music is both claustrophobic and hard-hitting, a punishment akin to being stuck in revolving doors made of reinforced steel. Though the towering presence of Cox oozes deep inner anguish and paranoia, there’s always a palpable warmth as well, making every Crows show feel like it's us against the world.
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