May the love that I forgot never ease in holding near the new insight into folly of intention not that clear, the indigo in the shield contradicts the thing foreseen, please eat all of me my bones my skin leave the table clean. I know Im not that good, the crystal that is broken can never be misunderstood, when power over self breaks third eye closes as it should. Goodbye memories oh goodbye. Sorry I forgot about the ease of sinking down to the third the second density where timbre makes no sound. The white night is the reckoner the chicken back in roost. Please cut all of me my tendons, bones, the cable hanging loose, hurt does the body good. The people that is broken can never live the anger through when power in New York city fails it will be nothing new.
Artful outsider post-pop with a lot of noise and a touch of jangle from one of Denver’s most forward-thinking musical projects. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 4, 2016