Sattori was born in the backwoods of Denton, Texas, a far cry from the neon lights of the Metropolitan city. They were bred with the Southern hospitality and cutthroat mentality, charming without the superficial gloss of hipster nightlife, and each note they write creates the purest form of understanding, brutal beauty.
Like chainsaws in chocolate sauce, Sattori kisses your mouth with melody while sticking a noise knife in your back. And with each battering stab and sway, they pull you into the storm.
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