Foreign beings at the corners of our eyes again. We kind of had plans for Friday night, but don't worry about it.
It turns out that shooting star I wished on, well it was just a spaceship all along.
We wander haunted streets all night, our stomachs filling up with spider bites, and I don't know why you never say goodbye.
Well, goodnight.
It was a gap in a timeline, confusion perfected. All American chaos.
It was a fast car on the highway with the windows down, never bothering to so much as glance at the speedometer.
It was a dark room. It was a wall of the sound. It was the last embers still burning, cigarettes in the parking lot.
It was that perfect night, sitting on a park bench drink in hand feeling the wind on my face from across the lake
and now it's not.
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024