See me in the scorpion squat
In every shoe you left unwatched and unguarded
And blood flies in and out of that sack
That thumps and patters
And nothing grows where venom is spilled, smeared or splattered
See me stuck in the ball of your foot
Pulled for miles along the path you plotted
And sadness burns the valves of that sack
That thuds and gurgles
And lips are split when venom is sealed
In long, soft kisses
Where will you take us
That the pain isn’t greater
Than the distance we’ll go?
Knowing then that
Each footprint is just
A record of pressure you left on the way
But you waited around
For the pen to be pressed to the notebook paper
And if I don’t sink in sentences and paragraphs,
We will blow our cover
So we wind around the broken necks
Of every love that bent too far to bear the weight
That hammers that sack with hope and worry
And leaves bruises and cave-ins along the aching muscle
So we smile in pictures
And blur at the slightest twitch
But it’s the motion that follows us form roll to roll
A catalog of streaks and smears
In color and in black and white
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