Don't you have enough? What do you still want from us? Keep your hands apart this man needs an introduction still. Always cold, paint on all my clothes, eating dinner over the stove alone. It's about time that I go out although I rarely leave the house. Though I don't need much I can never have enough. Wake, then work, then break. Remain unappreciated still. But who knows? Maybe I'll win big. Scratching my way into retirement, but I doubt that it'll work out. Why in the hell would things work out? Where is halfway? (I don't see it). This may be my last year. (I can feel it). Just know if I strike then I'll strike hard. If this is a contest may I be disqualified? I don't wanna hurt you badly. You got me once. I let it slide, but won't a second time.
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