The dream where I'm floating in a glass jar of mayonnaise feels like the real thing more every Wednesday I'm home staring at the TV. Maybe I need a companion, or at least a couple plants in here.
Sweat through my new sheets, woke up in a salt sea, dreamt you it smelt clean. So who needs the real thing when I got the week days at home staring at the ceiling? Why should I get out of bed if I just overcook my eggs again. I always overcook companionship. I'm just trying not to kill the plants again.
Circle Pit's incendiary mix of glam, boogie, hair metal, and pure hard rock gets a special release years after its initial recording. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2020
This album fucks as hard as dripping and magic but imo feels the most personal and emotional release of the three. It’s weird and frantic but hits
this really interesting balance.
jude