Another wasted day, a grey morning weighs down on me. Another shiftless afternoon. Another hour of Food Network shows on my TV. Another day I've thrown away, stuck inside this room. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time." I'm running out of ways to explain away my moods, this poison coursing through my head. You say you "don't get it," that you "don't believe in it." But these harbour bricks will drag me down, drag me to the bottom. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time." Yeah, I get it. Everyone's got problems. And I know that plenty people feel the same. But I'm worried that it won't get better until I can call it by its real name. I heard you say: "Feeling bad is a waste of time."
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024