When you wake up screaming, you have to do what you can to turn a city sidewalk into a desert island. There's so much here to ignore. The world's much uglier than we gave it credit for (being). I don't need a god to punish me. I'm perfectly capable of doing it on my own, so leave me alone. It's a shame to make the same mistakes, but I'm afraid people don't change. You'll never save the moth from the flame. You made a tape, and play it loud to try and drown the demons out. Afraid of what will grow in me, a sap to drown the family tree, my body's just a thing to eat. And where they find me, a star is shining, burning my shadow's shape in the concrete.
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As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020