If you cannot find everything that you need inside of this
Then meet me at the blacktop ball for suicide in pianostrings
Like trees without bark. Like songs we cannot sing.
These halls are inaccessible. These birds have lost theirwings.
If you cannot find everything that you want inside this act:
I feel more dead than alive
I wander pitch black hallways in search of a light
But all I can find is I can’t escape the night
Sickened birth. Sickened thirst. Pure like dying.
They can have the stage but rest assured I’m not watching
I want to pull the plug
Sing me out of here
“I heard the news today…” oh boy…
A pack of notes grew wings and then they flew away
These strangled trees are singing death harmony
These strangled trees are singing death harmony
Oh my god I’m so in love with every open palmed obscurity
Let’s sing every one of them 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