We’ve got a game called “How Shall I?”
I pull your wrists and you pull on mine
We slip the noose, slip the tongue
And every move leaves us hung
Shoulda known it’d come to this
Eviscerating all our bliss
Our mouths move the words
Our tongues kiss the lies
Now I need your sweet sympathy once again
We lock arms and we lock eyes
I pull your strings and you pull on mine
We slip the noose, we slip the tongue
Every move leaves us hung
Shoulda known it’d come to this
Eviscerating all our bliss
Our mouths move the words
Our tongues kiss the lies
Now I need your sweet sympathy
I’m barely breathing and nothing is easy
Hold me down and tell me a secret
It doesn’t have to be true, I’ll believe it
Cover my eyes and whisper my name
I’ll hold you down while you do the same
Here’s my hand, here’s my life
Hold me down with all your might
We’ve got a game called “How Can I?”
I pull your wrists and you pull on mine
Every time we get flung
Leaves us tied and hung
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