RunningIn an age where most bands are omnipresent on multiple social networking sites, blog blasts, satellite radio and ’round town paster bombings, it’s refreshing to have a band like Running come along; they’ve no official web presence, probably couldn’t manage to blurt out a tweet if there were a .45 pressed to the side of their head and seem more than willing to let their music do the talking for them. Their live shows already have some proclaiming them as the heir apparent to sorely missed misanthropes Clockcleaner, and while such lofty assertions aren’t totally out of line, the Chicago group’s particular brand of scum-rock is its own unique undertaking, reveling in a claustrophobic-as-fuck murk that can’t see far enough past itself to care what the world at large has to say.