I brake on a plate under your eyes with expectance. I dilate, we never wanted progress. The landscape, talk like you remember everything. Let the colour blind to be re-discovered. Remember me decades later and make me a footnote in a child’s memory. Draw me on and on and on. Follow my pain. Why would you ever want to harm little old me? I can’t help my self from breaking free. You tear me up as I drop to your feet and I can feel myself getting warm with the concrete.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024