I was only thirteen, and they were going to have my psychoanalyzed and all, because I broke all the windows in the garage. I don't blame them. I really don't. I slept in the garage the night he died, and I broke all the goddam windows with my fist, just for the hell of it. I even tried to break all the windows on the station wagon we had that summer, but my hand was already broken and everything by that time, and I couldn't do it.
Catholic Spray (FR, noise/garage) + IR (http://ir2music.bandcamp.com)
13. 10. 2011, PRAGUE, Final Club