Waves and patterns for all to see
Barely making sense to me
Fate locked inside a clutter
I made it all up again
Thin lines compose the commotion
Thin lines direction in motion
Thin lines will talk to me and tell me what
Is going on in my head
Thin lines build me castles out of sand
So where are the words that we deserve?
Creeping in shadows, exist in a blur
If you've got a light, then why take mine?
Blind stepping forward, alone i find...
Past tense resident
Existence in the dissonance
I'm alive inside beginnings
You're addicted to the distance
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