I'll show you how I spent my guilty years, I do it all the time. I spread my dead salt around this town waiting for my car to die. Your struggles know your name. We are afraid of all this responsibility. He lost his name. Driving around alone again, putting miles between me and my friends.
Dark and seething post-punk from Cincinnati that's appealingly janky enough to make a tired genre feel fresh and urgent. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2023