You're coming up from the floorboards.
I can feel you rising as the room turns cold.
Out of sight, out of mind (or so I thought).
But problems left are problems grown.
Tonight I'll dig up these old bones.
They've been down here for far too long.
Out of sight, out of mind (or so I thought).
Neglect the seeds, but still they grow.
Too many buried memories will be the death of me.
A hunting ground for insecurities.
Too many buried memories will be the death of me.
This garden blooms in misery.
I smell the iron in the air tonight.
You're coming up from the floorboards.
I can feel you rising as the room turns cold.
Out of sight, out of mind (or so I thought).
But problems left are problems grown.
Tonight I'll dig up these old bones.
They've been down here for far too long.
Out of sight, out of mind (or so I thought).
Neglect the seeds, but still they grow.
Terrific, marauding post-punk that will thrill fans of Idles with its pairing of cutting riffs and wry spoken/sung lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2022
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019