My life; the strife of a simple son
Just a terror to the wild ones
I look for you even in death
As the walls come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
White flowers grow from your throat
For the wasteland funeral
Yesterday and yet another
Dark night for the soul
Ill look for you even in death
As the sky come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
white flowers caught in your throat
for the wasteland funeral
I am a guilty conscience
Ive romanticized suffering
Ill look for you even in death
As the world come crumbling down
All around our hissing house
In a moment of indivine intention
White flowers grow from your throat
For the insurmountable ebbing...
White flowers caught in your throat
For the insurmountable ebbing of lovers
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve listened to this since it came out. A perfect balance of chimey, shimmering guitar lines and driving rhythms all wrapped around fantastic sci-fi inspired lyrics and aesthetic. We need more post-punk coming from this headspace. Can’t recommend this band and album enough. J. Weilburg
Layering guitars and saxes over synths and drum machines, this Oakland duo's darkwave is as melodically potent as it is texturally rich. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024