held to the light under strict observation its dry, brittle and thin
forcing your hand when it speeds up the tempo you try, flail in the wind
time waits patient stepping on the outskirts
twisting everything i know
i faded, playing off the back foot
masking anything i show
but you sleep and you call out the names of those you know
they dont play on your team
it feels fine in the day when you hear the things they say
they become an antique
time waits patient stepping on the outskirts
twisting everything i know
i faded, playing off the back foot
masking anything i show
This Toronto group's sound unabashedly hearkens back to the bouncy indiepop of the Darling Buds and the Primitives. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 11, 2019