Pressing my face in the snow,
casting molds that look like nothing more than sorrowful dreams,
a reflection,
a pretense to please myself;
mixed with self-deprivation and all contained in one's frustration.
looking for some way to know clean.
if this is giving up consider me a mouth with no tongue.
sleep is for the weak is just a bullshit metaphor for not finding time to breathe in the depths of one's chest cavity.
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024