Thousands of rats huddle beneath an overpass
And all of them refusing to move and wondering to themselves
Oh man is life really like that
When you listen closely you can hear whispering and screaming and singing and talking and whistling and piano playing and secret telling and backwards glancing and guitar strumming and silent humming and banjo picking and everyone seems to be saying I'm doing it wrong.
There must be a place inside my soul all made of songs from long ago
There must be a place inside my heart made for all those songs to fall apart
Am I doing it wrong?
Let's put an end to boredom
Let's put nostalgia to bed
We toil in obscurity
I think there's a place inside my soul where all my favorite memories go
But I think there's a place inside my heart to tear everything I love apart
And forget old romance and failed plans and gentle dreams of autumn scenes
i think there's a place inside my soul where all my favorite songs can go
But I think there's a place inside my heart to rip every single chord apart
And forget older rhymes from older times and let's move on
There must be a place inside my soul - there must a place inside my heart
I'm doing it wrong
There must be a place inside my soul - it always sings loud but lately everything comes out grey and tough
I can't hear the words but it sings of things I've always loved.
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024