Like a horse running With its rider in flames. I’m gonna teach you up the morning. I’m gonna trick you down the rain. Like a visit to The Land of the Dead I’m gonna feel you for an instant. Then never again.
Death-Bringing-Lady got a teething thing between her knees Believe me I know But I’m gonna kill her father with a whale bone, I’m gonna grind those teeth out with a stone You watch me
And that skull in your kitchen proves that I exist
But when you call from the opposite side of the street Where you shout ‘wait for me’
It will be too far to carry it And in the end it will be too deep
To unbury it
And like an underwater welder coming up too fast Who’s gonna mend me back together? When all my blood expands? And like trying to keep up With an all night dance When the morning light reveals them You were competing with swaying grass
“Fear of water on the ship where you rise up
And cement might carry you
But we will adorn you in bailing twine
We hid behind the bails
Where are the magpies with their tails?
All shining like they’re covered in oil, but never gold
And the bringing of the roses
Will bring all of the clothes down from the line
Every time”
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
The Atlanta trio find an appealing balance between their trademark razor sharp wiry riffage and freewheeling groove. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024