Dear blackhole, will you read this?
I lost control at the wheel
I watched the oceans drown every city
From my penthouse suite, I leave the TV on
The sound of the chatter keeps me from getting lonely
All the kids are gone
I've been swimming in a pool of money
I'm rich like a dead king, they say
My name rings out on those pathetic streets
A hollow sound, a dead wind on the edge of town
I'll make them love me
Or I'll buy and sell their sorry souls
The oil is beautiful - it's flowing
I don't feel empty anymore
I live in cold blood, in a house with a thousand doors
When the boiler growls, a hundred tigers keep me warm
I'll live forever, charge days to my credit card
I own the future, and I own what's left of yours
Dear blackhole, can you hear me?
We lost control at the wheel
Will somehow managed to make it sound like the band was playing in an empty bar. Maybe that's what they were going for? (I wouldn't be surprised) luna_m
The verse "Can't even buy a coffee without exploiting someone" got me. It really hits hard. For the entire length of the album it felt like the end of the world.
But to be perfectly honest, it's just how life is these days. And it's fucked up. szczur
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024