Look around for the band with the wild sounds
That rock you to your soul
Got a soul, sinking slow, got a new goal
To swish around in my feet
Contemplate, detonate, I un-relate
Disconnected from everyone
Lost an eye in the filth of the wild sounds
Kept it underneath my nails
And the green alienated boy was tasty
Pale and wasted
Sucked down those kids like blue popcorn
Buttered and pleasing (?)
Keep the creep greasy
Jam a thumb up the bum of equilibrium
I tip over, I stay tipped over
Drop a bomb on the lawn of the Pentagon
I relapse into detonation
The commandant’s looking gaunt in his new font
And new shows for his footless blues
Lost a head in the filth of the wild sounds
Cracked my ears open on the beat
Keep your faith like a gun in your underwear drawer
Whip it out when someone breaks into your opinions
Shoot a round in the air, shoot a bird down
The inevitable result of ideological conflict is a
Duck with a hole in its head, a busted duck
With blood coming out of its eyes
Lost a duck in the filth of the wild sounds
Went out and got a new duck
The New York duo crush it (and everyone) on their first full-length for Matador Records, an experimental pop opus that sounds truly new. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 9, 2023
These quietly gorgeous songs beautifully blend aqueous electronic sounds with heart-on-sleeve vocals to stirring effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 15, 2022