This crummy town is filled with wild boredom, a battleground rumbling like a wardrum now. It gave us guts. It made us saints of danger. It woke us up. It made us write to save us. The gutter’s alive with young hearts tonight. The nothing kids, the restless and forgotten, we never fit. It’s been our bravest weapon. The gutter’s alive with young hearts tonight. It made us saints of danger. It made us saints.
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