No, these streets don't feel like love. They're not hungry or wild enough. It's a dead end town for trash like us, but I got a full tank and a couple bucks. I mean, I never got nothing and I never want much, but, man, we've got to get out. No, these streets ain't got no guts. They're like sad sex with clumsy tongues. It's a battlefield for restless punks. And the cops are jocks and all that junk. We just want to read our books and turn our stereos up. Man, we've got to get out. There's a light on those filthy streets where the throwaways get weird and free. Are you in with me? Does it cut you enough? There's a time to bleed and a time just to fucking run.
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