Mercat

Mercat sound like a tired, seasick sailor looking through the snow at the shore. He sees a broken-down amusement park that was built in the '30s but lost popularity in the '50s. In his solitude, he longs for the passive aggressive moments he often shared with the people he loves. He considers the benefits of letting a pack of anthropomorphic animals loose in a warehouse of old instruments upon returning home.

Mercat is a rollicking group of ladies who play fight songs, love dirges, and eerie sing-alongs. In 2006, Mercat began to grow claws in Brooklyn and Queens, and they believed they wouldn’t have bad dreams if they told themselves not to.