Ana Garciïa

Farce understand and navigate the troughs and gutters scarred in to the landscape of hardcore punk. Lessons of brevity and pain which the haiku’s of Stoke-on-Trent taught us 36 years ago, grafted on to the 57 seconds-or-so it takes to be forced into a vortex of hurdling speed and twisted mass. The sound of a putrid bark of hope in a world which was once decaying to its detriment, and is now revitalized to near extinction. Lyrics focus on animal and human rights. Musically bit like Boss Tuneage meets Doom/Discharge. Members of Game/Obstruct/Arms Race