Here in the ballrooms we dance like apes
Who dripped their glossy gaze across the floor
Those nine you can't spare you'll have in store for us tonight
Those nine don't have their tongues anymore
What we won't yell
Can't ever tell
Stalled cranks of the wrists
Stick out those palms
Always keep glad-hand trains derailed
If it's genuine
The soft eye divide
Why laugh?
You'll drive
The five can sense your stench from a mile away
The next thing you knew
You'd entered a room
All filled with white and partially in bloom
Carving angular, post-rock soundscapes with fuzzy guitars and lo-fi electronics, and blending with a hint of Brazil. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 29, 2014
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016