You insist that his words were true, like you wrote the book on being subdued, but considering the context clues, I won't notice the absence of you. If you're gonna tell me, that I'm going to Hell, hey don't sweat it, 'cause I know you mean well, but I give up, I submit, I'll be on my way, because I know what you'll say. Hope they don't mind a little company; well I guess they do now from what I've perceived, but we both know that I can't sleep, so I guess that means that they've forgotten 'bout me. (oi)
From L.A. comes the latest from post-rock outfit bondo, with tendrils of spindly guitar snaking through arid percussion. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2023