Prehistoric inland sea, dried up.
Ruins buried beneath me, in dust.
Is it stupid to believe you'll give back what you owe me?
Is it hopeless to maintain people ever really change?
Catatonic memories, timeless:
These marks persist eternally, checked in.
Dredged up from ancient history, warm bones of who I used to be
In a desiccated inland sea, ruins buried beneath me.
It's the truth
It's not me it's you
Lie down, let me wrap myself around you.
Tied down, suspended, slow motion.
Cry out, let me leave you like I found you.
Dragged down to the bottom of the ocean.
Long-time Boston spazzy math-punks take a deep breath and make their best and most dynamic record. Enigmatic lyrics and an overall atmosphere of paranoiac dread hang atop it all. Best of 2013 contenda Hex Map
Propulsive feedback-soaked basement punk jams from Boston expatriates now hanging out in cow country. RIYL dirty carpets, jumping around and slipping and hitting your head on the water heater, parties Hex Map