My greatest needs are few
The only things I need
Are cigarettes and you
I inhale all the smoke
I taste the burning menthol
Inhale enough to choke
I feel so alien
And I’m on borrowed time
It’s like you stand
Detonator in hand
Mocking what was mine
You have just stepped into a field of mines
These are ticking bombs and these are loaded guns
This is mental anguish
This is blood that’s forced to run…
So run, run, run…away
This is what it looks like
With edges frayed inside
These are eyes that water
Still a frightened child
Separate the skin and the marrow to the core
Surgical steel cold to the touch
Close my eyes and count to four…
Oh one, two, three…four
Fire to burn
And ice to freeze
Thoughts get pulled away like pollen carried by an autumn breeze
Bring it to the surface
Skim it off the top
Lying down so still
Like outlines that are etched in chalk…
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024
Miranda Winters of Melkbelly assembled an all-female band for this solo LP of alt-rock rippers chronicling youth decay and adult complexity. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024
Four speaker-melting singles from New York's premiere "live techno" outfit, descended from vintage synthwave, deep house, and dance punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024