Misery knocks on my door but I can't help but answer
we spoke of fires and deserts and her parrot that swore in spanish
I don't remember too much after that but the feeling of despair
I gave up my ribs to expose all that I really had left
Chapter 11 my emotions
Bankrupt from all that I gave away
You can take this change from my pockets
this weight on my shoulders
It doesn't mean a thing to me
Took so much inventory on absolutely no regret
Did I throw away my disposition or just simply forget?
I wish love was a smoke ring
It'd be the only thing I could give
I'd snap my fingers give you this heart
Fall in love all over again
Think about this: How many bands have a bagpiper playing lead guitar parts? Not Dropkick, not The Pogues. These guys, on the other hand, do and make it sound kick ass with a drunken Canadian swagger. Fires in Japan
Probably the best punk album, as in first listen, repeat listens, as well as the best crafting of a punk album, I've heard in recent years. Osker was my favorite as a kid, as Banner Pilot is mine now. Fires in Japan
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
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024