You won`t stop talking and you´re talking too loud
Getting everything covered in spit
It's foul decay that comes when your mouth
it spews a steady stream of shit
And I´m punchdrunk brains running out my ears
and I´m battle weary, tired to death
Like an open book you confirm my fears
and now I´ve got a pain in my head
I call bullshit
on everything that you say and do
and so this one goes out to you
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
Woah. Angriest thing this camp has produced since " the plot sickens". I'm all ears for this one... can't believe I'm just now finding this release.... amazing NorthwoodsBrewer502