Like a pipebomb on the dance floor, C.AARME explodes on the scene to the delight of indie rockers and old school punks alike. Don't worry, their not that fashion punk that seethes from the oily pores of the corporate rock machines of today... this is the real sweaty deal. Destroyed amplifiers, guitars through windows, and blown out vocal chords. A maniacal attack of cataclysmic proportions. C.AARME is here to behead the new garage punk aristocracy with their loose aggressiveness and chaotic, yet danceable bass lines reminicent of vintage Bad Brains or early Damned.