Frankie and the Witch Fingers - Hooks so infectious they rot on impact. Trash Classic marks a feral mutation for Frankie and the Witch Fingers-a record that snarls with proto-punk venom, angular melodies, and electronic textures that cough and sputter like dying neon lights under a poisoned sky. This record pushes the Witch Fingers' sound to a razor's edge. Wiry and twitching, it bends into synth-punk and fractured new wave, with fragments of industrial grime caked under it's nails. Guitars detonate and slice like cinderblocks through glass, while gnashing basslines slither through the sludge, alive and seething. Buzzy synths take the forefront, driving relentless rhythms that crack and pop, drenched in a chemically saturated sheen-part bug-eyed speed-freak pogo, part dance floor delirium. The result is a raw, twisted monument to rot and excess-toxic glamour and nihilistic salvation. Trash Classic isn't just a record; it's an auditory dumpster bible-a gutter gospel for those ready to dive into it's filth.