I can’t make the words come like you
Looking for truth in the sky
Rain from above spits in my eye
Every time I breathe in again, I’m taking on water
Too much to drink, calling out as I sink faster
Until I learn how to swim again
Break the surface and see that
It’s just enough to breathe
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
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