Lust then drown under what it takes to be a war machine
Choke and lie under all those facts you were told to believe
All our arms waste their rounds on a silent enemy
Note: interlock both hands, make the leap
We've decided to lead
Hopeless and charming
Where's the rope?
Got stumbled up by sly beasts
They'll make your mouth explode
No neck there's only charred meat
Nowhere for rope
Got flustered up in dry dreams
Leaving laps left cold
Bold and buried under leaks
Deep down where you fiend for high-end models to top off the dome you missed
Boys: flex then stutter, shake and suffer
Make them split at the hips
All those shots are taken in vein
Because they all aim for the sameness
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