Sick of the night
We dream of light
Tired of slime
We want our time
Place in the sun
Sand, salt & sun
Fascists must die
Artists shall fry
Cubist hat cop
Hemmingway stop
Needing no bull
Dali so dull
We want your wet
We want your moisture
We want your sweat
We want your time
(We want the red, the gold, the brocade
we want your lives, we want you dead)
we are the horned, glistens our trail
so as we slide, lick holy grail
we are the soft, leathery lipped
we are the strong, feathery tipped.
(we want y’wet, we want y’moisture, we want y’dead)
bipolar blues and experimental riffage - two great mini-albums "Trampled" featuring some guest vocals by Captain Beefheart and "Attack the Ghost" The Midnight Choir
I bought the 12 inch single for Bela Lugosi’s Dead at Fred’s records in St. John’s, Newfoundland in the eighties and it remained a treasured item in my collection until it was lost, left behind, stolen, loaned out, whatever. I accepted that that item was lost to time and likely irreplaceable. Hence my utter shock to see that I will once again hear this evocative masterwork on vinyl along with an extra three tracks. I recall Boys was included on the B-side of that long list single. Thank you! skritti
AutoTuned vocals, pop-punk riffs, frenetic drum loops, a DJ Sabrina the Teenage DJ collaboration: the Liverpool band do hyperpop-rock right. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2024