University is coming to The Salty Dog, and nothing will ever be the same. Imagine the sound of a vending machine fighting a fax machine in a wind tunnel, but louder and more existential. Their set list? A chaotic stew of feedback, broken dreams, and the distant wail of a modem.
This isn’t a gig—it’s a sonic dissertation on the collapse of reality. Expect songs delivered with the subtlety of a meteor hitting a tambourine factory. There will be noise. There will be confusion. There may even be enlightenment, but don’t count on it.
Bring your ears. Leave your sense of reason at home. The Salty Dog awaits.