(Christians in clothespins great prophets break stride down here dear captain your past tense in my pretense) The beats the sounds the remix the fine lines things in my head oh the things in my head (blues for the martyrs for now but can you hear dissolving like I do one foot in the jet stream all my arms around the roads that lead me nowhere to I don't know where while deprogramming presumption) The part of my brain I've been trying to kill leaves me spitting out teeth Your memory is like sand and no one wants a kiss from blue lips What frequency does my mind ride on so r… read more
(Christians in clothespins great prophets break stride down here dear captain your past tense in my pretense) The beats the sounds the remix the fine… read more
(Christians in clothespins great prophets break stride down here dear captain your past tense in my pretense) The beats the sounds the remix the fine lines things in my head oh the thing… read more
Who Sadie is and why anyone would want to kill her remains a subject of some debate, but the band members aren't talking. Actually they're screaming. They do a lot of that. You see they're a frantic hardcore band whose music is kind of like the aural equivalent of multi-car pileup on the interstate. The Twin Cities quintet screeches through its numbers with such velocity they occasionally threaten the sound barrier and such paralyzing violence you're inclined to check for your wallet and valuables when they're finished. Spiraling guitars are in abundance her… read more
Who Sadie is and why anyone would want to kill her remains a subject of some debate, but the band members aren't talking. Actually they're screaming. They do a lot of that. You se… read more
Who Sadie is and why anyone would want to kill her remains a subject of some debate, but the band members aren't talking. Actually they're screaming. They do a lot of that. You see they're a frantic hardcore band whose m… read more