This is not an end
Repeat signs hanging in the air
Two dots staring daggers
At the space on your sleeve where you used to wear your heart
Singing in style for the song
Staying in key like you believe
That this is where you belong
But don’t you get it wrong
Time only slows when there’s a stop
Seconds stretching out while you remember when you thought
When you thought
Life’s wasted on the dead
Life’s wasted on the dead
And you’re not dying yet
You’re still standing
So stop listening to your mind
Stop listening to past doubts
Stop listening to others
And just stand still
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