The keyholes offer up a light that’s finite
By the time it’s gone you might have learnt to read
I’ve got an itch to scratch that never stops so I might
Get them to take away my skin, and my thoughts and let me bleed
You were the sole in favour of reflection time while the rest of us were living
The keyholes represent what’s left of innocence
By the time it’s gone you won’t know how to smile
Momentarily, get the chance to see, but in a sense
Got so used to counting nothing that something just isn’t my style
The sole in favour of reflection time while the rest of us were living
Detach my brainstem
Control my scheming
Get out my heaven
It’s all I’ve got left
The brail walls have got a life of their own
Our fingertips can but try
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
supported by 4 fans who also own “Goodbye Brainstem”
As others note, this album well and truly fucks. More ripping than a car careening down the desert highway and more attitude than the ghost pepper in my dinner. They really master the art of brainy noodley licks driven forward at maximum speed by 600 horsepower rock and punk rhythms. A truly powerful power trio: every instrument (including vocals!) are just totally firing on every cylinder. This is rock solid songwriting: it just grabs you immediately and hauls you from song to song. pinkytheent