rock, Soviet-style post-punk with wheezing lead accordion, male vocals half-spoken half-sung. Dry, rigid drum pulse and sullen, boxy bass push the verses; thin, scratchy guitar jitters at the edges. Choruses explode into raw, shouted gang vocals over harsh bellowed chords, tape grit riding the transients. Cold, sparse room reverb on the voice; final word stretches into a long, detuned accordion drone that hangs in the air., male vocals, post-punk, accordion, raw