Hunt Club is the sound of a Frenchman, an Irishman, and a Californian having
an arm wrestling contest in a walk-in refrigerator. Hunt Club is the sound
that Thomas Jefferson’s bones make when he rolls over in his grave. Hunt
Club sounds like Jerry Falwell trimming his hedges with an electric
toothbrush. It is the sound of abandoned motherboards howling at the moon in
a waste treatment facility in China. Hunt Club sounds like the cheerful
chirping of cockroaches as they mate amongst the crumbs at the bottom of the
toaster. It is the whooshing sound of hypodermic pharmaceuticals coursing
through Nancy Reagan’s restless legs. Hunt Club is the sound of a robot with
tinnitus, softly singing himself to sleep in the bathtub.

In 2008, Hunt Club is releasing a 6-tracks LP:
1- Knife Fight
2- Mr Blue
3- Drowning Man
4- Punch Line
5- Spike
6- Cappuccinos

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