Cast down upon this scenery, the drinking of wisdom is just a memory.
The lost art of the bread line, from the pedestal to catch 22.
Its feast or famine, it’s exist and live, it’s drowning down it’s bringing in.
The last to arrive the first to leave, As we’ all starved in these dead industries
We need a medic for this dead plan.
Translucent illuminations.
As there’s a quick life in this quick sand.
Full of addictions and crucifixions.
Nostalgia is for the blind to seek, preaching to the echo chamber.
This popularity with anxiety it’s just the modern day slavery.
To play war, To replicate, To pick your battles and relate.
Colour blind and comatose fines, As we’ all starved in these dead industries.
Bleak, throbbing work that lands halfway between coldwave and shoegaze, this Berlin group hits that spot just under the breastbone. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 15, 2017
This Tucson group makes wildly psychedelic shoegaze that sounds as if it's been warped and melted by the desert sun. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 6, 2018