I’ll write a bestselling story
From all the secrets I know
I hear you’re not supposed to tell them?
That doesn’t bother me
Interrupts you while you’re talking
With some ideas of his own
He’d like to be the inspiration
For your lack of confidence
We know all about your temperature
And how you take off your clothes
A case of too much information
No longer startles me
Heard you’ve been reading up on science
Between DeLillo and Rose
And if you need an explanation
Don’t think of asking me
Drink Islay like moonshine
Have a shouting match with the sky
Oh we are destined for better things than this atmosphere
Paint over the little white scratches to make the cut unscathed
Or let there be rumours now
It’s a shame I’m not an astronaut
Take everybody to space
To try and capture their attention
With more than snow and lights
And if you need to you can drive my car
It ain’t an auto, it shifts
And, no, that’s not a Beatles reference
Although you think it is
Drink Islay like moonshine
Have a shouting match with the sky
Oh we are destined for better things than this atmosphere
Paint over the little white scratches to make the cut unscathed
Or let there be rumours now
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