FOREVER TITLED AS FUCKING SCUM
MY BLEEDING SCARS HAVE A MEANING
STORIES OF THE MONSTER IVE BECOME
MARCHING PAST YOUR UGLY FACES
CANT WAIT FOR THIS TO BE ASHES
WHATCHA GONNA DO
NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOU
WHATCHA GONNA DO
SIT AND STARE, YANK OUT MY HAIR
WHATCHA GONNA DO
SPIKED FOR ARMOR, DRUNK FOR POWER
WHATCHA GONNA DO
NOTHING LEFT OF THIS HOPELESS BARREN LAND
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