I can’t see
But I feel a presence
Smothering me while I sleep
I cannot move
I am made of stone
I would feel better if I were awake
But I am stuck in between
I would make a deal with the
Angel of Death to be free
Or to have my soul ripped out by skeletons
Am I dying?
Is this my grave?
Is my demon
Keeping me safe?
A mind-scrambling collection of bratty punk, sun-bleached revivalist surf, and old-school psych ridden hard and put away wet. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 8, 2021
Bouncy, urgent, raucous indie rock, anthemic yet unpredictable; this Oxford, U.K. trio sounds defiantly full of life. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2020