Abel at TuffGnarl gave a pretty funny review of this fine operation we like to call Sacred Owls. Thanks for the press gents! See you Saturday!
Punk rockers. Political assassins. Paranoid freaks. CharlieMotherfuckingBronson obsessed. All true. All lies. All run-on sentences, dangling participles and gerunds. Orlando’s Sacred Owls hide their fears of big governance within erratic garage punk numbers that will take you back to that summer of ’93 when things were good and tinged with a little bit of hardcore.