Coffee gets burned, zone out on something I'm always overcooked. Holding out for the holes in the wall, wishing the mice would come play more. Sometimes I wish you would say more. How I'd end up roped in before things got started?
And I'd catch the mood, morning would limp by before I'd even move, afternoon hangs on tip sun goes down, with slaps a cold spoon to my teeth. Lately I feel like I'm forcing the easy things 'oh hi hello what's your name what's my name again?'. Take breaths remember to talk slow.
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