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Bitch we are BACKSHOTZ
The first time Backshotz played, the amps screamed louder than the crowd. They weren’t a band, not really—more like a curse spoken in drop-B. Tāmaki Makaurau’s underbelly pulsed with their sound and the deeper and harder you went, the louder they throbbed. No one knew who was pulling the strings, who booked their gigs before they even wrote songs. Unsigned. No manager. No fans. Just a voice in their heads, sometimes as a shriek in the feedback or a whisper between notes. Telling them a promise of the city. That promise was fulfilled when venues bowed and rival bands kept trying to pull them down. At the peak of Backshotz, the scene warped around them like melted vinyl. One night, the music simply just stopped. No one could remember their real names nor their last show, just the murmurs and humming in between the dead air. You might see their faces in posters or ads but you’ll never quite remember where you saw them. Some say Backshotz still play, somewhere beneath the city, where the reverb never fades and the lights never hit the stage.
The first time Backshotz played, the amps screamed louder than the crowd. They weren’t a band, not really—more like a curse spoken in drop-B. Tāmaki Makaurau’s underbelly pulsed with their sound and the deeper and harder you went, the louder they throbbed. No one knew who was pulling the strings, who booked their gigs before they even wrote songs. Unsigned. No manager. No fans. Just a voice in their heads, sometimes as a shriek in the feedback or a whisper between notes. Telling them a promise of the city. That promise was fulfilled when venues bowed and rival bands kept trying to pull them down. At the peak of Backshotz, the scene warped around them like melted vinyl. One night, the music simply just stopped. No one could remember their real names nor their last show, just the murmurs and humming in between the dead air. You might see their faces in posters or ads but you’ll never quite remember where you saw them. Some say Backshotz still play, somewhere beneath the city, where the reverb never fades and the lights never hit the stage.
damn look at that video in the background
