Guess I'm art sort of, a boring self-portrait of a pear in a jar getting weird in your kitchen. I'm scared that I'll turn to goo soon if no body eats it.
How come I never speak up when I'm feeling ripe to be picked up and chewed into pulp by some pretty white teeth at a picnic.
Hooray self-awareness! I caught myself laughing at air again. Arrogance only embarrassed him. I know I'm fruit turned to goo because nobody ate it.
I guess I never knew ripe, or if I ever hit I slept through and woke up as slime sliding through somebody's fingers.
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