There’s no word for what is wrong. Like a long forgotten song makes a wave around the room, won’t remember when I’m gone. Down the road we can’t turn back, beating body, heart attack. Like air in my balloon, it’s the stillness of the tomb. Into black again. It’s my only friend. Got a repetitious soul. Patterns weighing down these clothes. Let them fall into the soil, giving over all control. Is it poison or perfume? Is it casket or cocoon? Can you see my flowers bloom in the darkness of the tomb? Into black again. It’s my only friend. Let me be consumed — it’s better for you. Forget I ever sang. Forget I had a name. The sun will rise again. You’ll make better friends. No one will know me then — that’s nature’s revenge. Anchor or balloon? Poison or perfume? Casket or cocoon? The darkness of the tomb.
This Michigan-based trio trip, swirl, and echo their way through 11 songs of psychedelic, surf-tinged, garage rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 27, 2015