“Artists must be sacrificed to their art. Like bees, they must put their lives into the sting they give”-Emerson
Fitchburg’s The Reaganauts go from being just barely in control to completely warped and twisted in all the ways you love to see a good rock band. They are nothing short of audio masturbation. They are strange, visceral and frantic in a way totally unheard of in the flaccid Fitchburg scene. They are a shot in the arm compared to the zombie local flavor which we’ve all grown accustomed to. "We’re not a band”, says drummer Anthony Geehan. “We’re a snuff film.”
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