The ashes of NYC punk trio Hurry-Up Offense get knocked up by road dirt and California sunshine and L.E.V. is born.
Low End View.
Like the gristle you couldn't chew, the scum you couldn't get off your tub. You try and shut us down but we keep comin' back.
I know, I know. We never learn our lesson, we never learn from our mistakes. We continue to burst through hostile grounds. Shoot, dig a ditch, swim for your lives. We're storming your beach, bitch.
Having blitzed you with records, EP's, t-shirts, stickers; 60,000 miles of DIY van touring to help carry the flag for the Skatepark & Basement Circuit of America. Sharing the stage with H2O, Madball, The Bronx, Army of Me, Suicide Machines, Against Me!. We've ripped through the scorching asphalt of multiple Warped Tours, and even cleaned up for NBC's "Last Call w/ Carson Daly".
L.E.V. is a child raised by Spartans, eating coarse bread and black broth, tasting victory, never running from defeat.
Things are quickly spiraling out of control -you want in? This is the punk music of your childhood...before you slipped under the influence. This is you, inside of us. Coming to a town near you. We won't play hard to get.
Tracks of the upcoming debut EP are now up & running, and don't be surprised if we record new shit hot off the skillet and pour it down your parched throats while you sleep.
And hey, thanks for tuning in.
