Peeps, here’s your this-is-where-it-falls-apart jam for today.

Definitely one of my go-to jams in 1996 during my breakup with Kathy. The emotional lyrical angst tethered to electric beeps and fuzzy, mechanical broodings leading the charge for relentless guitars, bass, and drums. Can’t beat it when you’re 24 and your life comes crashing down.

Stabbing Westward was one of the few industrial rock bands that should’ve been way more successful than they were. Right up there with Ministry in my book.

And they were from Macomb, Illinois of all places.

See also: Shame and Save Yourself

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