If you cannot find everything that you need inside of this
Then meet me at the black top ball
For suicide in piano strings
Like trees without bark
Like songs we cannot sing
These halls are inaccessible.
These birds have lost their wings.
If you cannot find everything that you want inside this act
Then set your fucking hair on fire
And burn your skin until it's black.
Like trees without bark
Like songs we cannot sing
These halls are inaccessible.
These birds have lost their wings.
I feel more dead than alive
My body's burn to carbon that smoke scorched the sky
I wander aural hallways in search of a light
But all I can find is I can't escape the night
Sick as birth.
Sick as thirst.
Pure like dying.
They can have this stage, but rest assured I'm not watching now.
I want to pull the plug.
Sing me outta here.
And I saw the news today, oh boy.
Thousands of tiny notes grew wings and flew away.
These strangled trees are singing death harmony.
Like, "Oh my god! I love you!"
So say it with paving stones.
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