Oh that sweet release of failure is gripping at my bones. It's underneath my skin, the calm is setting in. I collect regret like successful plaques on the wall, to remind myself of when... I... fall flat on my face. Slip. I'm the one in the crowd who hasn't said a word. More like a spectacle, smiling and writhing. Am I still conscious? Images are falling out of frame. I collapse in the blur. Slip. Am I still conscious? Or did I disintegrate? I'm long gone.
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
This Leipzig group makes mindbendingly great post-punk with tons of weird synth sounds adding to the demented funhouse feel. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2023