Take the dirt I'm standing on. Take the virgin snow. Take the earth fracked with accounts hacked, and show me where to go. I laid waste at a break-neck pace. I was waging war. I will grind myself like a corpse. It's a habit, just being dramatic, no reason to panic. Take my blood and ugly lungs. Take my guts out too. Take this flood of empty thoughts, and tell me what to do. I laid waste at a break-neck pace. I was waging war. I will grind myself like a corpse.
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020