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Citric Dummies - Split with Turnstile – New LP
Feel It Records

Citric Dummies - Split with Turnstile – New LP

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Their energy leaps out of the speakers, their tempos will furrow the brow of any fist-pumping speed purist, and their irreverence dances quite artistically on the line between provocative and antagonistic.  Indeed, the Minneapolis power trio flex their jester’s privilege on their new album Split With Turnstile with a tongue that has bored entirely through cheek, and spits just a little bit of blood at you. More than anything, Citric Dummies represent a natural progression from bands like Reagan Youth with snappy, fast, and extremely tight drum parts that work the hell out of the closed hi-hat while vocalist/bassist “David Lunch” shouts, bellows, and wails throughout Split With Turnstile.  Citric Dummies exude a love of absurdity.

- Pierce Jordan 


releases October 17, 2025

Recorded and edited by Jaxon Vesely at Soft Cult Studio in Minneapolis, Minnesota
Mixed by Andrew Robinson
Mastered by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios
Vocals and some guitar leads recorded by Gin Lemon
Musical contributions on tracks 4, 8, 10, 11 by Bort License Plate
Little Diesel and Landon Lammigan appear courtesy of Make Them Wonder Why
Artwork by J. Gardner

CITRIC DUMMIES IS/ARE:
David Lunch - Bass/Vocals
D.V. Tinner - Drums
David Cronutburger - Guitar



action packed menace and fun, dirty-faced and raging and coming at you like a stepvan race through the gravel roads of the trailer park at the edge of town where the city hits the junkyards and closed down drive-in theaters with Darcy blasting her Tokyo Tapes eight track and Ronnie is blasting his Negative Approach, in the middle of the afternoon when the good kids are still at school and the only ones home are dropouts, delinquents and denim-clad teenage single mothers pumping their fists and urging you on and spitting on your tires.  At least that's what it sounds like to me, or maybe this just gives me a flashback to those ragged glory days of my 1981 youth.  -- winch

 




 

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