The matches on the roof are starting to burn through trying to burn down the glass forest in my refrigerator these shoes are still addicted to the street they've always fit so well but again I'm late for dinner and you haven't called my name. Don't let that tear fall for me remember when I tried to burn the house down you saw me in the window I thought if these walls burned away that I could walk forever without making you nervous. The forest made of glass seems to be destroyed but the pieces are like jigsaw puzzles and always find their way back again my eyes are still directed at the wall because they've seen everything but this paint covers too much and the conversation's dry. Don't let me look at the floor I'm sorry that I never asked your advise it doesn't mean I hate you I thought if i just shut my mouth that I would know everyone I'm forgetting about myself. I watch as you drive away slowly a stream of tears running down your face leaving me out in the snow standing in your parking space. As I walk these streets what I learn the only way of draining out this ocean is setting it on fire.
Discordant and danceable post-punk gems from an LA trio featuring bright and bouncy B-52s-style vocals. Instant like. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 27, 2017
The Mall's fantastic debut LP, moody synth pop with shadowy edges and punk grit, gets a lovely vinyl pressing via Fixed Grin Records. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021