What do you do when the shadows are out to get you? When the very walls come alive and attempt to subdue you physically, mentally, and spiritually. When the floor begins to open up and attempts to swallow you whole like an enormous beast with an unquenchable appetite. Nowhere to run, no one to call out to for help. These lifeless lands that were once kissed by innocence and sunshine; now, all that still resides draws strength and stimulus from something else. Something far more malignant. This is where Credit Card has established its habitation. This is where this record was birthed, for better or worse. Devil's Night / Dead Internet by CREDIT CARD Detroit's Credit Card has so much going for it on so many levels. On one hand, you can compare its sound to gloomy industrial bands like Front 242, with some hints of Honey's Dead -era Jesus and Mary Chain and a dash of Depeche Mode thrown in for melancholy that comes around every now and again. But there are deeper caverns in th...