GO OUTSIDE, THE REAL TECHNOLOGY MAN
HOLDS HIS EYES IN HIS OWN HAND
SOMETHING DOESNT LOOK RIGHT
FROM WHERE HE STANDS
THE SKY IS FALLING ONTO THE LAND
NO ONE KNOWS JUST WHAT IT'S LIKE
INSIDE A CAPSULE GLOWING BRIGHT
AND BURNING UP. FADING OUT OF SIGHT
WHEN I'M GONE I KNOW THE WORLD
WILL CARRY ON UNTIL
THE NEXT DISASTER COMES AND
WE SEE IT IN OUR HOMES
DAYS ARE DONE
THERE'S NO WELCOME HOME OR SHAKING HANDS WITH ANYONE
IT'S TIME TO END TRANSMISSION
FOOTAGE OF DISASTER BROADCAST ON THE TELEVISION
THERE'S TROUBLE OF SOME KIND
THERE'S TROUBLE IN THE SKY
THERE'S TROUBLE IN THEIR MINDS
WASH IT OUT
CLEAN THE LINES
RESET THE MIND
Tightly wound post-punk with splashes of new wave; heavy on twangy riffs, phased-out melodies, and understated vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 2, 2023