Shitstorm

Something is wrong in Northern California. People speak of a gathering darkness, one of malevolence and hate. They say a storm is coming.



There is a force that hails from the town of Santa Rosa, in the vast wine country of Northern California. Amidst this rural metropolis of professional grape farmers and yuppie maggot farmers comes a musical energy that threatens to tear the paint off this seemingly suburban portrait of American life. The band is called Shitstorm, and they HAVE come to kill you.