We say we're trash
'Cause we have fun,
We hate the cops!
We piss off everyone.
Let's get fucked up,
40's sound nice,
Shotgun some beers,
We'll puke all night!
But you're bad news now and this feels like high school
In my backseat rolling your eyes and my windows
Lighting white hot coals in the stares that you send,
Singeing the hairs as they stand on my skin.
You're bad news!
A short fuse!
Used to be cool but now you can't cut loose.
Each mistake. that we make!
Hangs over your head like an earthquake.
I love you!
SO FUCK YOU!
I'm miserable without you.
And I am that thing in the back of your throat,
When you wake up, you want me to go.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024