Come on baby
Put me in my place
No one’s around now
So give yourself away
This place is frightening
still better left unknown
Nothing but time now
To dig myself a hole
It’s in my way
It’s in your jokes
A thing we prod and poke
You're like a bomb
so crudely made
To sink your screws in me
Can’t you find it?
All twisted in my words
I contrive ‘em
To keep the truth from her
Oh there’s something dark about where little secrets are kept
You can dump them in the river with your rapid regrets
But can’t drowned ‘em,
Cause’ they surface all day
It’s in my way
And what I wrote
this thing we prod and poke
You’ll be my bomb
so crudely made
to sink your screws in me
ooooooooooooo
You're like a bomb
It’s all my fault
I gave her what he won’t
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
The Philadelphia group sharpen their hooks and internal dyanmics for a fun and non-dorky take on power pop anyone can get behind. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2024
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2024