We meditate on love
Born of forgotten whims
And tonight
We scratch those phantom limbs
We’re born to forget
In a fountain of unoriginal sin
Paint me impressed
Addicted til we all got sober
We tried to find a place, start over
A body that keeps getting colder
A fame that’s never getting closer
Friend and thief
Somehow you found peace in war
Replaced the violence and grief
With words for fools
With lizard beliefs
The sword is the pen
And nothing really matters
We medicate with touch
We sing forgotten hymns
But my patience
Callused throughout the years
It feels like a sunset
But the work never ends
Primakov, my friend
Here’s what he said
“I don’t even know
How to lose control of the narrative
I got to your head
Mine is a tender and loving vision of a war
Because it's all conversation
Total fear of every single day
Looming ahead
You’re never where
You have to be”
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One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204
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I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
Razor-edged, scorched-throat songs that take a sledgehammer to rock & roll and reassemble the pieces into jagged, deadly pieces. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2021
Americana that’s stripped-back and punctuated with David Berman-esque wryness, “Longwave” is a strong step forward for bonny doon. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 22, 2018
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If you feel like mist that graciously draws edges silken, as bitter clouds burst in droplets – a burnt hand would warily seek their comforting warmth – to let you wash your shame in tears; luxuriously tonguing atonement&salt , then this is what I recommend to you.
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