From the conception of one comes the sounds of many. No idle novelty but idol music.
A one man destruction show. A battle cry cutting through the war of living. Those ignorant lean in and spin to the sin from within. From the junk soaked, bar joke, cruel & tender, raw splendour contender.
O.M.D.S - A Rock N Roll machine piloted by a man. Working together, drawing life from one another and exhaling in unison with the spit of a snake and the charm of it's master.
Kicking you in the teeth then kissing you on your bloodied mouth.
Beating out an experience to the world in response to the ones given by the world itself.
One man banned. Dig it?