I walk, irrestlessly through the doorway,
Unmarked,
Labeled...
Nighttime time.
You must always remember to wipe off that clump of dried mustard from the nozzle,
lest ye blow it onto your sandwich.
You ride around on your love,
like a magic carpet.
To take you places where bellies get filled.
Where things can be purchased,
and lived in withe the eyes and the ears...
with the eyes and the ears.
And the years and the years and the years and the years.
Dreamy gothgaze with necessary tension, energy, rhythm & hooks. All proceeds benefit Oakland fire relief efforts til 12/13. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 7, 2016
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019