I've stopped putting my faith in all the idols here on my record sleeves. They're too human to last as perfect symbols for what I want to be. I made homemade patches and scrawled lyrics down in permanence on my school supplies. And I'm glad didn't know then that they're the same kind of losers getting (just barely). They're just as dumb as you, just as dumb as me. They'll never be the ones coming back for me. But holding on to them helps me get to sleep. Threw myself into these songs. I made a home for myself inside of these lines. They put everything I was feeling into words that I could never seem to articulate. When the night comes closing in, when I reach for something comforting, some security. All that's left is a pile of records, and an aching that I can't explain or just shake away. Just as dumb as them, just as fucked as me. They'll never be the ones coming back for me. But holding on to them helps me get to sleep. It helps me get to sleep.
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