Formed in 2005 in Brooklyn, New York Hunt Club is the sound of a Frenchman, an Irishman, and a Californian having an arm wrestling contest in a walk-in refrigerator. Hunt Club is the sound that Thomas Jefferson’s bones make when he rolls over in his grave. Hunt Club sounds like Jerry Falwell trimming his hedges with an electric toothbrush. It is the sound of abandoned motherboards howling at the moon in a waste treatment facility in China. Hunt
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Formed in 2005 in Brooklyn, New York Hunt Club is the sound of a Frenchman, an Irishman, and a Californian having an arm wrestling contest in a walk-in refrigerator. Hunt Club is the sound that Thomas Jefferson’s bones make when he rolls over in his grave. Hunt Club sounds like Jerry Falwell trimming his hedges with an electric toothbrush. It is the sound of abandoned motherboards howling at the moon in a waste treatment facility in China. Hunt Club sounds like the cheerful chirping of cockroaches as they mate amongst the crumbs at the bottom of the toaster. It is the whooshing sound of hypodermic pharmaceuticals coursing through Nancy Reagan’s restless legs. Hunt Club is the sound of a robot with tinnitus, softly singing himself to sleep in the bathtub.
