The ants are in the house again wild how they multiply
Sitting out in the back yard I saw a butterfly
Everything feels out of focus I’m in slow motion
There’s this waning purpose and I’m never open
Lately I’ve been feeling useless bleary mangled toothless
Watching the news I get so confused wondering what we can do
There’s water in the basement the sump pump sounds freaky
When I woke up in darkness thought I heard someone speaking
I watch through the window streets all deserted
They say we’ll survive this you can never be certain
Mostly I’ve been feeling listless poisoned cockeyed shiftless
Seeing the days flitter away I don’t know what I can say
Someone told me to write about hope
Hard when you’re barely afloat
Feels like the world is choking on shit
Let’s all be better after this
I hope we can better after this
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
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