slam it shoot it
watch you lose it
no
pain
in
death
lost your mind
put to rest
junk
no leash on life
kill you fast like wasted time
spent time in hell
slam that junk never tell
no
pain
in
death
lost your life
laid to rest
junk
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