and with that it comes like a deluge of blood rushing to my head. I remember this is where I’m from. The smell of sweat from the slick skin of the dead permeates the air as as I’m screaming words I can’t forget. Everyone’s shoving. I’m suddenly shirtless. But I don’t hear a thing. I’m torn like the fabric. I move to the rhythm. I trust everyone will sing. Then I feel a slow collapse, one wall at a time. The world, the house, the hands, the mouths. I’m grasping for a line. Why are we here? What does it mean? I close my eyes and drift again, slipping through the seams.
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023