Panoptic Litter by BANANACH

A group of people has reached a certain time in their life, an age where friends are their family and community helps them grow in an urban setting. Everything was fast paced and seemed very unstoppable before a global outbreak happened. The word “juvenile” in the English language has been misunderstood as if it’s misfits and those sort of stereotypical. A story of that phase in life when adrenaline rushes and fear is only something inside the head could create. The relevancy of the stories are the honest experiences being told during isolation, the most stagnant, almost felt like being trapped.

The torture of comparison often made by ownself, being cited in “Lethal Messy”, where our friends went down to the street freely before to shout the goodness out loud and the neighborhood’s lawn was always somewhat greener for the cult of power abuser. The echoes of that sound is reverberating throughout “Sick Mind” and forces us to be held accountable in defending our own principal in life because “Bigot Dance” is everything that feels wrong. What is a young story without a heartbreak? A heartbreak from any relationship, platonic and romantic, while like “Doubt” said about the truth that lies whenever we are able to sit and talk about what we’ve been going through, in hope that empathy is what kept us going on until this very day. A satirical bonus track to celebrate how we stand against manipulations and unethical code of friendships through “Virgin Fuckboi” closes the short stories.

A very common story that everyone can relate about; to celebrate mediocrity. Honestly, our generation doesn't have to prove anything to anyone.

A heavy fuzz-driven energetic post-punk unit from Bandung, ID.

Karina (Vocal)
Mojann (Guitar, Backing vocal)
Java (Bass)

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