punctured through and ruptured as a stillborn maidenhead; stigmatic carved apart and torn with millennial dread; disparate de facto split apart in feuding clans; futures buckled failing in alignment with the plans
download queue stuffed to the gills with rarities galore; a soundtrack for walking to work while not waging the war; is there terrorism in this city to be found; the rebel youth have got the wardrobe but cannot find the sound
lifestylists find their souls are incomplete; but it's pure resources they all now deplete
仕返し そろ ズ, シベ して 暮れる
swiping some old boring riffs for some new boring songs; we're hardly la vie bohème neither rhapsodies nor gongs; you might not know how to battle though you sure got the pose; but how are you fighting for freedom in too-tight pre-torn clothes
I could be yr Osama and you'd be my Khalid; I could be yr Ian and then you could be my Guy; I could be yr Terry Nichols, you my Timothy; I could be yr Corin and then you'd be my Carrie
rolls across the toms used to be bombing runs; now pick scrapes never make me want to buy guns
其の 手 和 個
rifles shot to clear the blues; of me not being on the news
supported by 4 fans who also own “Piracy Funds Freedom Fighting”
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude
An expansive intermingling of noise rock and art pop from Aussie rockers Agency; All sales from this record go directly to charity. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2020