Just some dudes slinging sick tunes and drinking brews with screws loose, rising on the tide of good vibes and buzzing flies, we're cool guys. That's right, the dynamite sound of SHAME, rocking you to sleep at night. Broadcast for hours, the sound of no showers, the nights' full of prowlers, trying to get a piece. That's where our peace lies, our piece doesn't lie, and sound transcends the sky. Playing records, we don't record or perform for the fakes. Drinking soda all day in the wake of whatever you make of it. SHAME. The beat breaking beast of backrooms. Swapping stories that caress you and bless you when you sneeze like achoo. SHAME. Came in the game with the ferocity of a beast the streets aren't ready for this heat. SHAME. Listen and you might learn something.