It will not feel better
I promise, it’s us against the world
We’ll all turn to dust
Discouraging mental stain
Settled in misanthropy
Stretched to filament-thin threads… echo chamber
Amongst our stems a charred murderous victory stands
Development of a visceral change
It hardly remembers
A sympathetic creature
A logical cubicle
Sell your brain waves… you fucking drop out
Life is medical… wishful territory in a roaring metropolis
Greedy hands seem slippery. Push me to your grave
Sleep inside drastic misery
credits
from Feel Nothing,
released December 30, 2021
Thomas Giles- Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Electronics
Maddox Giles- Screech
Alex Rüdinger- Drums
Jake Howsam Lowe- Guitar Solo
Like winter branches lined with snow and ice, Sam Ray (Ricky Eat Acid, Teen Suicide)'s latest is delicate, spare, melancholy, and beautiful. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 3, 2018
Beautiful and haunting, “Spiritual America” combines delicate vocals with pinprick guitars and deep, rich layers of synth. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2017
I swear to God. It's like stepping through the fn Narnia closet with each album. Yet somehow, again, I was not prepared for the absolute spirit quest this took me on.
10/10, will be spinning on my table for years to come. Magnus Blackwood