Live to die: Dead Cat Lounge on their neue EP, skateboarding, beer
Dead Cat Lounge sneers, thrashes and reviles in the distorted, aural vitriol with which they have, like some swing of atrophy, jarred the consciousness of many punks, reporters, out-of-towners, drunkards and heaving crowds, from the ravaged stages and dives of St. Petersburg to the far-off corners of the gleaming Floridian swampland.









