WATCH ME WRITHE IN THIS DYSFUNCTIONAL PIT OF MINE. IN THE SUN CHOKING OUT FEELING LIKE I DONT BELONG. THIS COULD KILL ME, MAN. WITH THE SMOOTHEST HAND. THIS FRAME OF MIND TAKES THE BLAME EVERYTIME. I DONT KNOW WHY IT COMES ALIVE TO THE SOUND OF VOICES DROWNED OUT BY THE SILENCE OF A PANICKED STATE OF CONFUSED RELATIONS. I'LL BE ALL RIGHT AS LONG AS I CROSS ON TO THE OTHER SIDE. I'LL TURN TO DUST AND FEEL BETTER THAN LAYING OUT TO RUST. I GET BY WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY STATE OF MIND. PRESSURED FRIENDS LEAVE REGRESS BACK TO THE BEGINNING. I DONT KNOW WHY THEY BROUGHT ME INTO THIS WORLD. THE FAMILY STAIN. DELIGHTED THEN BUT DEAFENED NOW BY THE SOUND OF THEIR PAIN.
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