chasms form craters inside my head
hold me closer to the impact tourniquet
cut me open and count the rings
slipping in constant reverie
medications cease incessant dribbling
cut me open and count the rings
i am an echo
a dying crescendo
a coma in limbo
time just wont heal these dizzy wounds
its a lie, its a lie, its a lie
im feeling so much better
singing la la la la
im feeling so much better
singing la la la la
its a lie, its a lie, its a lie, im feelin fine
cut me open and count the rings
i forced a smile and stood up straight
felt the color drain from my dizzy face
tie the tourniquet around my brain
a wilted flower in a plastic boquet
chalk outlined cities broken veins
needle punctures track marks a healthy facade
tie the tourniquet around my brain
a wilted flower in a plastic boquet
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
Fans of Polvo, take note! The excellent Kansas City band Abandoncy has the same fondness for corkscrewing riffs & melodies. It’s great! Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2022