Yellowish beam of light grabs my eyes
Something I should be remembering
When my clotted gears start to turn
Summoning all my thoughts into one
Death and dread is the only way
For me
Stole the words from my lips
Cooks me dead
And still the terror thrives
Burning under a thousand eyes
Stage fright
No night light
No night light
No night light
No night light
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