Favoring raw emotion over contrived calculation, the NYC four-piece craft songs of anthemic proportions. Using stone-heavy handed riffing, barbaric percussive destruction and brooding, occult-inspired vocals by singer Alex Dementia, TRS has trademarked a hooking catchiness not easily ignored. With homage being paid to the oracles of 1970’s England, the Bay Area of the 1980’s and those of 1990’s Seattle and American swamplands, TRS has taken the torch from its predecessors and is just taking i...