As a fully charged battery Sork explodes in the summer heat, the corrosive acid flows out of transistor radios, and stain the white summer clothes. Sork is sometimes restrained and monotonically with insanely distorted bass and beautiful vocal melodies, sometimes exploding postpunk with megaphone vocals, frenetic drums and a mental illness trombone. There is a trio, but sometimes fail them as a seven-member band.