Tissue

Emerging once again from the volcanic foothills of Mount Asama, Japan, ASAMASAMA unleashes their latest art-rock missile: "Tissue." This razor-edged anthem takes aim at the man-child with a smirk and a side-eye, fuses jagged alt-rock riffs and pulsing rhythms. Lines like "Hey man-child, here's a tissue" and "Hostage of your own skin, sensitive drama queen" don't just call out immaturity - they steamroll it. But this isn't revenge. It's reinvention. A sonic experiment in drawing boundaries and reclaiming style from the wreckage of toxic dynamics. The result is both cathartic and stylish - a cleansing ritual disguised as a banger.
ASAMASAMA's hybrid sound evokes the calculated chaos of St. Vincent, the raw energy of Yeah Yeah Yeahs, the snarling honesty of PJ Harvey. It's art-rock with teeth - satire with swagger.