Besides sex, drugs, violence, money, and death, the only thing you can depend on in 2011 is the vowel-deficient powerhouse trio BLKHRTS to merk everything they touch with a spiked bat. You’ll hear them later this year burning up Russel Jones’ nostrils on Wu-Tang Pulp. Until then, peep the new battlecry
And pick up their nasty EP BLK S BTFL at Bandcamp. You’ll need it when you get in a bar fight with Black Landlord.