My girl’s got a whole lotta love for me
Her mind’s like a moon after sundown
Don’t let the thoughts that cause you suffer and pain
Latch to the funk that makes you funky
To live in a world of such beauty
One’s mind must align with the Earth’s grace
Itch the itchy, lick the wound
Speak of the devil he’s not listening
We’re still alive, Sunday drive
Posture like a conquistador
Just don’t close your eyes
Once blessed with the wisdom of grandmothers
Old souls only dream of their young selves
Don’t let old lives decide who you are
You’re only living in your mind
We’re still alive, Sunday drive
Posture like a conquistador
Just don’t close your eyes
Caligula was a merry man
Threw his weight all about the town
Cough again, he’ll cut your head clean off
All for what? None
We’re still alive, Sunday drive
Posture like a conquistador
Just don’t close your... please remember
Everywhere’s your home
credits
Four speaker-melting singles from New York's premiere "live techno" outfit, descended from vintage synthwave, deep house, and dance punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
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As others note, this album well and truly fucks. More ripping than a car careening down the desert highway and more attitude than the ghost pepper in my dinner. They really master the art of brainy noodley licks driven forward at maximum speed by 600 horsepower rock and punk rhythms. A truly powerful power trio: every instrument (including vocals!) are just totally firing on every cylinder. This is rock solid songwriting: it just grabs you immediately and hauls you from song to song. pinkytheent