My heart is set on ‘77, wild nights and porno mouths. I won’t die so I don’t need heaven. I’m too fucked up to burn out. I’m an atom bomb, ticking. I’m a dead-end kid in the city, dirty thoughts in a dirty town. I was born with trouble in me. I don’t care why or how. I’m an atom bomb, ticking. I’m an atom bomb. Come smear your lips on my bruises. Wake me up. Wear me out. Let’s get free, numb and loose. And kiss me with holy sound. I’m an atom bomb, ticking.
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