I am operating the machine.
I am operating the machine.
I am wearing my
I am operating the machine
glasses. I am operating the machine.
I am operating the machine.
We want your contrition,
we believe it to be vital.
If I ventured in the slipstream,
between the viaducts of your dreams
where immobile steel rims crack
and the ditch in the back roads stop,
could you find me?
Would you kiss my eyes?
And lay me down in silence easy
to be born again.
We want your contrition,
we believe it to be vital
for the strength of our development.
Twitchy, effects-heavy post-punk grooves give way to psychedelic surf-rock delirium on the Toronto quartet's dreamy-yet-doomy second LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 25, 2024