depart family trees while on route to infamy as what has metastasized is quite the cloy disguise. deploy foreign wars to revamp terror support escape eyes that spy hands clasp doors to pry. you’re planting flags of triumph in mountaintops of trailoff to rewrite the narrative to keep the past elusive. should one find oneself a paragon of moral wealth to find peers to collaborate to better help to obfuscate and overelaborate the size you should become clear to ghouls you wish to hear the whistles for the dogs the gristle for the hogs. planting propaganda in the texts of bailouts reset the agenda keep the plots diffusive. yes you’ve been understood there ain’t no apathy when you amass a mob to burn an effigy. no we have not mistook your animosity for another ugly form of anxious energy. overcooked the goose ships sunk lips were loose beat street scram vamoose or else put up the dukes. take all civic pride erased gentrified what they can’t pervert will fully invert. as if you understood there ain’t no agony no quite the opposite we’ve grown affinity. you’re right there’s jouissance not in the day to day it’s found in atrophy in watching you decay. this ain’t the afterbirth goddamnit it’s the resurrection of every crooked line been swallowed everything we’ve been afraid of as one more salving for another round of knives to numb all our pain before our blood dries.
This entire album has been perfect all 200-300 times I've listened to it over the years. I never get sick of the energy and raw emotion on this one. The belting voices, and loud instruments just make for a great night of drinking with the pals and spinning Captain. corymillar
This record haunted me years before I really got into it. The sounds crept out of fog and smacked me across the head. It feels so neurotic, freakish even... but that garage sound man h i d d e n l e t t e r s