On an album named after a deadly Tesla crash, the Michigan band channels its rage over greed, corruption, and empty promises into ambitious post-hardcore.
I’ll never get used to Waymos, those driverless taxis rapidly taking over tech hubs like San Francisco and Austin. They’re impossible to miss on the road, each conspicuously outfitted with spinning sensors where a sunroof would be, like the world’s m… [5742 chars]
Source: Pitchfork | Published: 2025-09-12T04:01:00Z
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