Wake up in the morning to nothing
Not a dime, not a place to go but
All these places, nameless faces, empty bottles
Empty restless arms holding empty picture frames
That once held your words
Lost in the blackouts
Here's another shot of hopelessness
Keep 'em coming; I'm waiting for someone
Coincide broken thoughts to happiness
To hope these modern failures will eventually subside
Restless eyes are floating to the door
Let's pretend we never met before
I'll sing you your favorite songs
And all you have to do is smile
But you're not walking through that door again
Just feign my content with whiskey and gin
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