My mind’s abuzz, won’t fade to black
Stuck to the ceiling
My eyes, always looking back
Spinning straight through my skull
Muttermouth words fall to the floor
Admit it’s a start and run
No return
No looking back
My mind, always in motion
Spinning straight through my skull
Muttermouth words float to the ceiling
Admit it’s a start and don’t look back
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