I think I’m finally convinced that no one exists in person anymore, but I can still feel your fingertips and the beating in my chest. So now we’re both just pictures and words, both patiently awaiting turns, hoping for the space to close, to start debating if the feeling’s worse. It just takes a little push. If you can’t seem to slow it down, who’s gonna have to drag you out? Cemented in the ground with your wrists and ankles bound. Do you know something I don’t? Have we been missing out, in your search for substance now? You know just where I am, I’ll give you everything I can now I’m only rolling over to stop the glow that doesn’t know it’s for the best. Can’t we all sleep tonight without the everlasting light? We could’ve done without this for years and yet we never seem to get it right. It just takes a little push. If you can’t seem to slow it down, who’s gonna have to drag you out? Cemented in the ground with your wrists and ankles bound. Do you know something I don’t? Have we been missing out, in your search for substance now? I’m not handling this any better than you are. Let’s just forget or one of us is bound to hit send.
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