Say you’ve got a big idea
So spit it out
All this talk about your freedom
Whats it about?
Well now is not the time
For your eyes to lose focus
Unwind, spiral out
Pull the car over here
I see something ugly again
Turn it into myself
Before I fall into the sky again
A thousand wrong words
They all sound like you
They’ve never heard my name
Because talk is all they do
So pour all that bad blood
On all the air between you and me
Because you make me stick
I make myself stuck
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
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