theres nothing new under the sun its all been done another trope becomes meaningless a rat race through mirrored veils the illusion of progress you chase your own tall across a moebius strip endless madness a time to be born a time to die awaken as a beast a caged animal hold your own hand eat of the flesh cannibalize yourself regurgitate a new form same as before
Showed the live version of "notha thang" to my mom and she wasn't too happy about it. I could tell that by the way she had a vacant look on her face. BPad
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