You don't have to scream to be real mean
You don't have to roll your eyes
You don't have to be the buyer of a rottweiler
You don't have to live in disguise
You don't have to smoke 'fore you do coke
You don't have to sequence lean
You don't have to hang your head so low
You don't have to sand down your jeans
Rot can tendril, tendril
Deep into the fertile ground
Rot can tendril, tendril
Deep into the fertilest ground that you found
I could not cope, so I bought me a rope
To lasso a new idea
I thought if I spoke, you'd tune in forever
And now, I know that was naive to think.
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023