So many things to which I can’t relate
But from the lofty tower I’ve had time to sit and contemplate
These crooked people can’t decide our fate
Our arms and legs are buckling, giving out under the weight
I haven’t lost that much in all of this
anything less than catastrophe is easy to dismiss
Yet I can’t help but feel so powerless
Just sit and watch the world keep sliding into the abyss
solutions are still far away
so many ways we could go astray
What can I even say
I’ve been so bent out of shape
But I’ll keep reaching my hands out and over the fray
Innumerable things we can’t decide
just how much of our history was really genocide
And will all of us make it out alive
While we’re at each other’s throats there’s almost no way to survive
solutions are still far away
so many ways we could go astray
What can I even say
I’ve been so bent out of shape
But I’ll keep reaching my hands out and over the fray
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 5, 2019
An almost anti-blues/anti-rock style that masters classic sounds while mocking the industry’s perceived seriousness. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 27, 2018