When I die, bury me in the clothes of my youth. Throw my dust in the streets where I got alive with you. Blurry eyes, steady teeth, another drink, a new bruise on the heart or on the cheek. It’s heaven. We stumble out or try, loud and free, raw and wild. And feel alive. I don’t mind, well, I don't, that hell is chea and I’m loose. All my thrills come real cheap, but, I swear, my aim is true. We stumble out or try, loud and free, raw and wild. And feel alive.
Montreal psych-pop veterans sound as infectious and hypnotic as ever on their seventh LP, slinging jangly riffs and bright vocal harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 14, 2024