I saw the tops of trees in an oil spill, ‘front of a hospital, absent of leaves, standing still against a pale wind. Then they disappeared when the brakeman came and washed ‘em away, reaching down from the high rise with lion heart and lamb’s fate. Now I got my fucking arm around the brakeman’s neck. He hasn’t brought me home so I ain’t killed him yet. It’s fucking picturesque how we’re so distressed. We all got a fucking job in this city. Come on drag the lake, the marionettes are caught up in their strings. When the coughing won’t palliate, a pale wind comes in as a billow of smoke. As I’m sinking in the sand, I hail a cab through the city and see a thinning man resting next to an ATM. I grab my green and pay my fare back to quicksand to barter with the land to cut me a fucking break.
What an album this is! 14 songs-long, and I can fully understand why the band would have struggled to leave any of them off. This is a massively enjoyable journey through various styles of punk. I swear I even hear pedal steel in there somewhere. davekillcountysmith
Bay Area punks swing for the fences with this bruiser of a debut LP, a confident fusion of metalcore, hardcore, and powerviolence. Bandcamp New & Notable May 31, 2023
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