We are all the same in the broken time
They cut down my head, I don’t even feel the pain
We are trapped in the heavy haze
In the narrow dark maze, that lead’s down to another world
Show me your hands tell me I was wrong
They cut down my tongue, I don't even feel the pain
We walk through the chaotic town
You open the door and find a way to another world
You open the door
And find a way to
They cut my tongue
I don’t even feel the pain
Oh how I long for this album in vinyl format! Such smoothness. Such warmth. Such execution. This music begs to be taken along and woven into memories. Everyone I’ve shared this album with has loved it. The music speaks far and wide. Shouting out to a fellow follower, Brian Lehmann, for his excellent taste in music. If not for him, I likely would have never stumbled upon this absolute gem! Plinchmo Larduktin
Tightly wound post-punk with splashes of new wave; heavy on twangy riffs, phased-out melodies, and understated vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 2, 2023