To your left, a master painter is painting a replicate of his world-renowned piece, with a gentle hand, masterful brush strokes, and every detail in mind.. To your right, a train wreck is occurring. Milk Cup is the train. A beautiful calamity. Unintentional discord that never looks the same twice.
Raw avant-garde tendances with a noise ridden post-punk creamsicle, topped off with a lo-fi, cassette tape recording cherry. Presented to you in one of the most intense stage performances one can see.