Once asked why such strange and endearing music originates from Ohio, Lux Interior suggested that “It’s the asshole of the Earth, the kids know there is no way out and they don’t listen to ANYONE!” On Vernacular Splatter, big beats detonate and tumble like volcanic debris while lascivious guitars imitate the Doppler effect of passing sirens. Celine’s voice is both mournful and righteous, burning white-hot like the ultimate rustbelt Cassandra warning of impending doom.
