An onslaught that is both party and pain in equal measure. Crop is deliberately honest in their identity. Soulfully rasped vocals scratch at familiar woes adrift in music that's thick as (black) tar. A sonic experience that is describable with only one word, heavy. The ship is sinking, the lifeboats are rotten, and there's sharks in the water. Might as well have a drink. Crop is party music for the damned.