The dried blood, sunken in the crevices of my broken hand_
the purest piece of art, i can comprehend
it's clinging to insects and stinging with regret
No! i Need my hands for Everything!!
God Made Rape and god made this!
God made brick and the blood on my fist!
Do you remember me? the boy with roses for hands
Well i've burned down your temple because of your sin
I am the insects and I am the REGRET
NO! I NEED MY HANDS FOR EVERYTHING
An album about friendship, food, the passing of time, and alcohol, completed with awesome musicianship. What more could you want from these lovable boys? Ian Thomas Burrell
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rockets—icy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2020