Fell under the stars
Fell in love with them all
It still drops to coma tone
It will drop before you know
It all comes crashing
Down, down, down
Every drip of grace
How many names will we pull?
No coming back now
The body is still a bore
Down, down, down
Every slip from grace
They want to see it when you release
They're dying to watch you claw at your clothes
Relief in the form of a rusty cloak
Release, the frothing of the mouth to see you claw at your face
Will you please nest up and close the game
Too far gone to sit back and relax
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