At a recent sold-out show at Brooklyn’s Sultan Room, Jones ended the main set by walking off the mic stand and singing the last verse of “Rust and Rain” from the floor, kneeling in front of the monitors, eyes closed. The room didn’t cheer. They just listened. “We’re not trying to be mysterious,” Jones told me backstage after a show in Chicago, wiping sweat from their neck with a bar rag. “We just don’t believe in decorating pain. If a song needs six minutes of ugly feedback to get to the point, that’s what we do. If it needs three chords and a stare, that’s fine too.”
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Bassist Lena O’Doul, the band’s quiet anchor, added: “A lot of modern rock feels like it’s apologizing for taking up space. Sata doesn’t apologize. Not on record. Definitely not live.” A full-length debut is rumored to be finished, produced by underground legend Diego “Vex” Romero (known for his work with Dry Cleaning and Special Interest). First single “License to Fail” drops next month, and judging by the thirty-second snippet floating on their mailing list, it swaps the EP’s claustrophobia for a strange, loping groove — think The Gun Club meets ESG. At a recent sold-out show at Brooklyn’s Sultan