As posted by Reax Magazine

"Torche is a heroic nosebleed cascading through your version of a real man’s moustache and staining your thin lips bright red. Torche’s grandiose, melodic brutality are school bells ringing your cafeteria lunch to an end, sending you back to class with milk spilt across your shirt and the elementary bully laughing as you stomp past. Torche’s Helmet-brand core sound and authoritative vocals are watching your car break down in a bad stretch of town; hundreds of curious, bloodthirsty eyes peering through shattered windows, watching your every move and measuring the thickness of your wallet and fight. Torche is losing your job at the factory; drinking too much and saying all the wrong things to all the right people; wearing a halo while committing a crime. And while all of this is happening, Torche’s Steve Brooks is stuck in Miami traffic on his way to kicking out Torche’s massive two-month tour in Gainesville.

“I fucking hate driving and talking on the phone, you fucker!” yells Brooks..." Read the rest on Reax