It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m trying to leave but you haven’t the slightest idea. The pots and pans in the wrong hands are deadly. Count back from ten, we do it again each year. What’s your ideal outcome tonight? It isn’t this. I’d be remiss if I kept quiet. Look, don’t get me wrong. The fact we lasted this long and intact disproves the theories they had. We weren’t so bad. Losing my voice though not by choice since you and I had it out. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’d like to leave but I’m passed out on the couch.
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024