Open wide and swallow the charade. Do you want a halo to match that crusade? Set fire to the curtains, because the stage is all set. Your little masterpiece put us all in debt. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bastards bite. ‘Cause these scroungers never lose their appetite. Clench your fist, we’ll be the catalyst. The surge to clear the cancer, we’ll resist. A glimmer of hope for any tide that’s been turned. I salute to every flag that gets burned.
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic