Brutally vengeful art formed in the bowls of Northeast Minneapolis. Gay Witch Abortion s debut album Maverick jams itself into that sort of classification. Like a unicorn spearing it s prey, having so little patience, it completely shreds the kittens into tiny morsels of sweet bloody pulp candies. The taste of blood has driven many a creature, there is a simplistic aura surrounding the violence, drawing you in, just close enough to feel the power, but still leaving an unconquered taste in your soul. So you go back and try it again and again. Getting your senses tugged and thwarted back and forth by the punishing beauty of the hunt. The due of Shawn Walker and Jesse Bottomly have combined together to puree a gigantic rhythmic stew of guitar and drums. If you close your eyes, you might find yourself imagining your childhood, putting your fingers into the ceiling fan, it hurts, but it brings a sense of power and risk. Doing the wrong thing, instead of the right. Perhaps drawing a little blood, breaking something. This is your soundtrack. Punshing and aggressive, a tornado s ballad. Lightning and thunder rain down from the speakers without regard for shelter or comfort. Real power, natural power, the sound of Gay Witch Abortion.