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.
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Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs