You sang to me that "you are free," the "music is boring you to death." But for me, you see, it's just the goddamn kids. Us boring, boring, boring, boring, spoiled-rotten kids. Take. Take, take, take. Don't give back shit. All spoils. All gains. Just dicks. No brains. More pills. Less pain. Just amber waves of grain. We stuff our mouths until we burst. This is consumerism at its very worst. Our hands stuffed so deep into the cookie jar. And no, we will not share. We all have too much. We haven't one desire. Us boring, boring self-righteous kids. Throw us to the fire. New sneakers, smaller cell phones, faster cars with larger rims. We filthy, stinking, scholarship punks. We watch them struggle for what we're just given. I have nothing to complain about, but I know I'll still complain. I'm so bored with us have-everything kids. Put a razor to our veins.
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would be impossible to choose a favourite track. this album has been a constant in my life for a few years now and has carried me through in the worst of times. beautiful lyricism, instrumentals, and emotions all throughout. 10/10 album no notes kingaidey
Crunchy garage jams co-mingle with country on the Brooklyn band's surprise LP, a not-so-secret love letter to the Rolling Stones. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 25, 2018
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I wanna practice bushcraft. Definitely my favorite band in the genre. A d beat pummeling punk hardcore metal sledgehammer straight to the face. siamotuttiapezzi