"Universal Indians" has fucking blown my mind. I don't even remember how this band came to my attention, but their album would stare at me at work constantly to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. I put it on and fell in love hard. But Dark Meat doesn't want a relationship. They just want to screw around... a lot. It's okay, really: I'm fine with that. I don't know if I'd want them to meet my parents anyway, but I'm always down for a bite to eat and maybe go to a show or something. Call me, Dark Meat. I miss you. Let's do mad drugs.
{buy dark meat recordings from insound}
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