Chasing image
You rip my fuckin’ soul apart
Going back
To find in me that missing part
Buried once
That kid in me curled up and died
There’s no point
In bringing the dead back to life
You’re like a fuckin’ virus
Killing soul
There’s no fuckin’ medicine
But standing tall
The cry of soul
It’s the sound you want to hear
No remorse
Emotions you will never feel
You have no pride
To walk away and deal with it
You want to prove
You never lose you always win!
The Australian punk band express their desire to invert and challenge the conventional in every aspect of their work. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 21, 2021
Chris Corsano, David Maranha, Richard Youngs showcase their potent improvisational energy across 40 minutes of lush, meditative free jazz. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2021