Rundown Kreeps 
FC 
Los Angeles 
 
Exploring the creative adventure within the South California underground punk scene, Rundown Kreeps spearhead the attack with virtuosity and flair. Hitting hard with ferocious horsepower that propels their sound forward, the divergent and experimental attitude of the band flutters on its tether to the ska and punk rock sensibility. Capturing the philosophical realm of experience, the band ask whether reality is a product of our thinking or is our thinking a product of reality? What even is reality? The universe, like a balloon in a vacuum, expanding into oblivion, or the frameworks that hold us together as individual units on a vast orb of perpetual change? When we can only examine something in terms of itself via the lens of an unconscious evolutionary interpretation mechanism, do we have any genuine idea? We know when something sounds good, that’s for sure. Rundown Kreeps are especially enjoyable, with recent slots at Punk Rock Bowling and Punk In The Park, where they shared the spotlight with acts such as Goldfinger, Pennywise, Descendants, and The Suicide Machines. Why is the song called FC? Is it a chord change? Initials? The mystery continues. Maybe there’s a clue in the music. 
 
It begins with a high-speed guitar lick that maintains a melodic blues edge despite the blurring of the fingers. Hammer-ons and pull-offs launch into a chord progression that punches the air until the vocals begin. The harmonies in the bands voice section project the vocal into melodic splendour. Vibrant tones and masculine vibes push the energy higher as the band continue to pulse in high-speed riffs and set pieces that carry the momentum onward through various layers of musicianship. Extremely catchy and fun with a sprinkling of passionate emotion, FC from Rundown Kreeps makes absolutely sure that punk music belongs in 2024.  
 
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Lyrics for FC by Rundown Kreeps

Thrown into the void of terrible & divine

No consequence or peace of mind

A dying sun, well paired with the obscene

The rise and fall of self and everything in between

It catches our eyes so we watch

Little do we know how we perceive our own thoughts

And the worries you dream at night

Counter balance that morning sky

And I agree

It feels like the best part of me has given up on reality

Where lies the bliss and beauty within the unknown

Is it love and guilt or flesh and bone?

Dreaded be the weight we carry through the vines of time

Accepting the pain of universal design​


Enjoy philosophy? From the author of Sound Read Six - Meeting God In The Middle.