Couldn’t think straight
Waiting for your call
Got this idea
That we could …
You’re just a bit late
It means nothing at all
You’re a good one kid
You’re great
Couldn’t speak straight
Feeling two feet tall
Oh so near
But not enough
You choose your own fate
Looks like you chose to fall
You’re a good one kid
You’re great
In the meantime
You roll your eyes and twist your hair
I couldn’t stop you
From making shapes, denying that you care
If you could go back
Into the winter, so warm and yet so cold
Would it be different?
Will my need for your touch ever become old?
The beasts have broken through the net and
I can’t think of any simple way of
Making sure that they
Don’t come and take us over
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
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