It's times like these i wish i had
some common sense left inside of my head.
I should have known this would never work out.
I just want to be a part of something beautiful.
Vibrations, tounge and cheek,
what words are worth to even speak anymore?
In bed by eleven again I hope to disappear in the mattress.
I hope when I fall asleep the pillow eats my teeth.
Warm color schemes, mostly red
like a flower without it's nectar.
It's a planet you know,
it's where we plant and watch ourselves grow.
Up. Up. Out.
Whats the point of beauty if we all look the same?
Energetic math-rock riffs, gravelly punk vocals, and midwestern emo textures come together in cathartic fashion on the Oregon band's debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2023
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth