Bloodcat Love create music that demands your heels click and your fingers snap, snap, snap. Evocative of a new sound fresh in this new age as much as William Burroughs or Charles Bukowski riding a gigantic cowbell smacking it with a whip. It's guts and dirty poetry subterranean kicks and the blood of love in your eyes it's vicious in the front seat curling your lips back headlights burning a cat claw to the curve a salty tambourine to the bones.