last time we spoke, our communication broke down before first terms could be met; for someone with so much on yr mind I thought you might feel something much more than upset; wouldn't be the last, wouldn't be the end of me, wouldn't be the rest, wouldn't be finished; wouldn't be the best, compared to the worst of me, remaining upright is all you should ask
less of a poet, more of a clerk; less of a liar, more like a jerk
haven't seen the worth in being reductionist, haven't done the math, can't equate the gains; couldn't find the means, can't measure the consequence, couldn't hide the blight of the circumstance; haven't covered up, all facades are trembling, another drained account, another belly swells; can't help but explain, or correctly make excuses, mapping new topography for atlases of hell
hasn't been found, can't be replaced, broken the means in all our haste; dove through the waves, hasn't been cleansed, won't be removed, not seen again
supported by 4 fans who also own “Tilting at Windmills”
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