These white coals, were once eyes
These banded horns, were once mine
This hollow chest and its lack of light
These clumsy arms gripping too tight
To the words I can never say
And the ones that never go away
All these habits and all these ways
To erase myself, delete my mistakes
Cut out the abscess / Unmake the synapse
Drown us in darkness / Simple and perfect
Claw your way out / Pull yourself up
Drown us in darkness / Let it die, let it die
These past hopes, these past lives
They move past all space and time
And we'll turn out our cartwheels
We'll stand on hands, make due until
Such time that we start to see
What undoes you, what undoes me
And all these things that'll never fade
We'll hold them close til our dying day
Cut out the abscess / Unmake the synapse
Drown us in darkness / Simple and perfect
Claw your way out / Pull yourself up
Drown us in darkness / Let it die, let it die
These white coals, were once eyes
These banded horns, were once mine
This hollow chest and its lack of light
These clumsy arms gripping too tight
To the words I can never say
And the ones that never go away
All these habits and all these ways
To erase myself, delete my mistakes
Sanguine sounds for uncertain times. Tricky beats to make your toes tap in unusual ways. A barrage of melodies and swirling sounds to keep your heartstrings taut. Chumps
Tom Broucksou's piccolo bass lines are meatier than a 50lb brisket. Ryan Richardson's voice soars. Jason Crawford pummels you into complete submission. Get some Gung! Chumps
"Singer of this group is one of the guitar players in the equally-brilliant band Bells≥. Here he spits and swaggers over a bed of vintage-sounding street punk bruisers." - Robert Ham Chumps
Another politically charged punk EP in 2016? Yeah. This could've been horrible, but instead it manages to be great. It seems that J. Robbins can always manage to get amazing musicians together to create great music with him. The female vocals are sick too. Feels like early pixies. needsmorerage