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Sewn Leather

Sewn Leather is the one-man noise  project of Griffin Pyncant
Sewn Leather is the one-man noise  project of Griffin Pyncant
Ροαξη Φινγερζζ ΒΣ. Ροψκ Σλινγερζζ
Sewn Leather is a trigger, a road warrior, the punk that can be smoked. Somewhere between Whitehouse nihilism, Wolf Eyes' high pitched suffocation and evil Prodigy rhythmology, Griifin Pyn re-invents the 21st century punk! On "Ροαξη Φινγερζζ ΒΣ. Ροψκ Σλινγερζζ", he offers his four latest (and yet cleanest) songs, soaked in battery acid, swallow-ready for the confusion generation. Sewn Leather is real.Edition of 200 copies w/ 1-color offset covers.
Freak on Hashish / Longboarding Is a Crime
Snotty swansong from the hard-living punk, Sewn Leather, for Milan's excellent Hundebiss label. 'Freak On Hashish / Longboarding Is A Crime' commendably lives up to at least half its title (we're not what he's got against longboarding, but we're not arsed either way really) with nine blown out, sludgy misshapes that sound too wrecked to get up but still generate enough wretched energy to put off casual listeners and entice the hardcore. It starts up with the bombed-out hip hop bounce of 'Real Re…
Asbestos attik inzanity
The infamous missed-on-the-internet Griffin's Side B originally conceived for the shocking full lenght "Sikkknastafari Slash Crasstafari" is now available on wax with some new extra tunes like the instant-party classik "ILLUMINKNOTTY DREAD" and the hazy riddim "SPACE SLENG POLICE TENG". This record is dedicated to Antonio Corbetta aka Space Police. REST IN SPACE
Sikknastafari Slash Crasstafari
Screw chill wave, aloha kill wave. The first time we saw Sewn Leather was on an infernal summer night at Bo Diddley's old house in Gainesville. Never since have we felt that close to the limits of our own mortality and immortality simultaneously. His shows aren’t performances so much as bloodletting rituals. A spontaneous group-trance ceremony transpires from a multitude of sweaty limbs, heads, and feet-- stomping, swaying, punching, pulsing, and hypnotized into one singularly-thinking-en…
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