Trigger-happy mongrels, Kira Puru and the Bruise wade knee deep through the mire, beckoning the storms of a thousand decomposing divas to serenade them to the grave. They bring to life the dead thud of skin on skin and the percussive smack of bodies on pavement. Vocals sound like they rise from beneath the earth itself, guitar lines wail and slice, baselines bludgeon and beats thunder. They grip tight the soulful melodic growls of years past, married with the brutality of hard-rockin' rhythm and blues.