Tear the fucker down
Throw it away
Once you know, you’re never going back
So look at it this way:
Tear the fucker down
Throw it away
Once you know, you’ll never look at it the same
Watch the fuckers drown
Day after day
Breathing slowed and vision turning black
A hook and an ice tray
Charting the numbers out
Lines on a page
Safe on an upper floor while the streets are washed away
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