RIBS consists of four central NC lifers who have joined forces to conduct the series of post-punk sermons we all need - and deserve - in our lives in 2026. Picture this: the spirit of Mark E. Smith listened to a whole lot of Faust and reappears south of the Mason-Dixon Line in these times but under the name Mike Wallace. His observations and judgments are laid over super-tight grooves, s(l)ick bass moves and slinky guitar. Picture that? Well, that is RIBS. This is their first widely-released album and these doomsday prophecies are right for our moment. Get ready to have your head full of new mantras, new riffs, new thoughts. RIBS is a mindset - make it yours. Over the course of these 10 tracks the gents draw their own line in the sand and then consistently cross it, consequences be damned. Is it Led Zeppelin meets Captain Beefheart? Fugazi dosed on This Heat? Neither concept is wrong. Rock and roll is operative and RIBS is here to prove that all of the theoretical obituaries are false. These tunes are vital, moving with an internal pulse that screams 2026. The time is right and you're hungry for what they have to offer. Put on your bib and get ready to have your hands sticky as RIBS aren't going to have it any other way.
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