Someone threw a red hot piece of metal at the ground and it burst up and became a delicious thrashing band with a singer who almost speaks the words casually, yet they hang and flicker like trees on fire.
Zhopa Mira smokes with slamming, panicked drums and rumbling, sometimes almost sympathetic bass and frenetic, absolute universe-bending guitar mixed with Boo Porcase's understated, wistful vocals that call to mind San Francisco's Rykarda Parasol in a psycho-delic speed thrashtrip.
If you want to see the next brilliant burning star soar out of Youngstown, just listen and watch.
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