Review of imaginary band

The strings quickly plucked
Like geese
The drums beaten around
Like ruffians
The pulse of bass
And the jagged guitars
Dragged out of the seventies
The vocals were less emoted
Than gasped, grunted
And groaned
With lyrics as inscrutable
As their facial contortions
Big in europe
But a vanishing act
In their
Homeland
Each album release
A reason for an overdose
Their interviews highly prized
Among reprobates