You can't tell, but there is yelling in my head to leave immediately. Help me I can't win. My social tolerance is weakening this evening. I'm leaving. We recollect in the backyard discussing car phones and VCR's. Soon we shall suffer the same fate. Several years pass then we're obsolete. But I'm glad, yeah my life expectancy is looking low. I'll die this time tomorrow. Or I'll stay, I couldn't care less either way. Well I'm here aren't I? This is the part where I fall down, pick myself up and turn this life around. Or I could sleep on the train tracks. The cattle catcher will cut me in half. We reconvene in the backyard asking each other how we are.
Jangly, hooky post-punk from New Hampshire that strikes that key balance from its '80s forebears of romanticism and gloom. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 6, 2021
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Mike Kinsella’s lyrics have always resonated with me and have always been so incredibly beautiful. I love the delicacy of this album and I can feel the emotions no matter what I am feeling. monicat