Dragging feet across bitumen simmering, jacaranda swaying, head’s all over the place and the bus never runs on time and the particulates make your skin itch. Stress Pleaser is the shit you talk about the people you’ve just been talking shit to, locked and dismissive, counting cockoaches scurrying under the light of the tele in some weatherboard prison, this asbestos speckled mid-strength swamp stomp sway through the mirage is such a good way to spend my thursday nights …