The Murder Of Rosa Luxemburg
Everyone's in Love and Flowers Pick Themselves

There's blood in my ears and nose and mouth, and it's because of you. There're thoughts circulating my head, thoughts about death and destruction, scenes with me soaked in kerosene, pictures framed with flames and psychotic grins. I wanna drive a bus off a cliff. I wanna dance the spasmo. And it's all because of you.

I still remember the first time I played iDLEWiLD's mini-album debut 'Captain', the feeling of all those demons flying outta my system, knowing for just one second music and me were finally, truly, at one. That was a while ago and it's been hard to get that feeling back but this debut mini-album from Worchester's finest The Murder of Rosa Luxemburg has taken me back to that place. They sound nothing like the 'wild. More like The Blood Brothers bashing book-stuffed heads with The Icarus Line and in the blink of the eye, there are swarms of post-rock. The easily confused need not apply. The pretentious-fearing should stand back. Waaay back! Opener 'Building (A House for Flowers and Lovers)' is nearly punk rocks (in a Sonic Youth sense of punk rock) answer to Jive Bunny. 'Infernal Music' is the detuned warning anthem we've been expecting, fronted by Gollum rolling around the genius/insanity precipice.

Anyone who truly has their ear to the ground has heard about this band as legend. The tales of the singer running onstage and throwing himself into the crowd before a chord has even been strung - they're all true. This is what we've been promised all along. The stage is set, so, mi pretteeee wonuhs, you know what to do...