Who the Fuck are The Cunning?
This band sounds like quarter drafts, wooden bowls of mixed nuts, a jukebox so limited it's only stocked with Merle, Cash and Orbison, and a bathroom with a trough pisser. It's everything you fucking need, nothing else.
Out of all the SUAP (show up and play) bands that have graced the pages of SYFFAL, I think The Cunning might be my fucking favorite.
And to think, all day I've been sifting through shitty band submissions and that fucking dirty ass bassline grabbed me by the balls and gave em a slight twist before grazing my puckered green bay packer. You can't Fuck with that fucking bassline.
Here's to obsessing over becoming best friends with these fuckers and becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of wearing boots year round.