held open door
I count the assets
count the magnets, the stickers eight feet up
crushed by the risk
apologize to strangers and cough nervous in the dark
bad sign, he's doing chin-ups on the awning
and I could I help find his wallet?
I find anything else
Ace and crew laughing hard and watching for the shakes
and I imagine that this never happened but see myself doing exactly this
no alarm
talk hits as a moral failing
talk remember I got surgery, ate junk food anyway
talk years ago
how that missing girl's still missing
and it starts to snow
I feel my face on the frozen sidewalk
feel it give under my footstep
so I stop looking up to strangers
my stuck open mouth is hushed
I'm fine I see myself walking away
***
ace you owe an explanation
your marine friend showed up, now the staff's looking too
nothing by two in the morning
go home, it's the last time I cover for you
***
Rarely an album title evokes that perfectly what’s inside … on a solidly bass base, mid-tempo post-punk songs progressing like nothing could stop them. Somehow, Berlin atmosphere transpires. JJPOP13
Sure, it's easy to say they sound like Steve Albini with some delay, but that really misses the bigger picture: Albini never used delay. They guys are doing some things that Steve never thought to and that's worth a listen. Gbro
Play this album in the loudest system you can find, set to 11 and blow you and your neighbours minds. I find interchanging this with Carcass and early Killing Joke a great antidote for any niceness that creeps into my soul. pablo6580