Goin' get up in the morning
Blues following me around
Goin' get up in the morning
Blues following me around
But when it gets to me
Babe, I think I'm going down
Shredding and pounding their way through every song, the Pack A.D. swallows you whole inside their fearless Franken-blend of heavy psych-pop/garage-rock. Their lyrics are wild nests, human and complex: darkly funny disclosures about depression; indictments of digital excess; grief-stricken fire bombs; sly crusades against stupidity. The Pack A.D. is one of Canada’s “must-see” bands.