Septic drained holes for mouths
Feeding flies greet your eyes
And all you seek are roses
But they dont grow where love has died
In separate rooms
A frame of mind
In fragile wombs
Hearts aren't one
You're holding hands
With open wounds
You're kissing lips
That deal your doom
Courtship
Of disease
No love
No peace
Tears don't say what words were meant
In screaming rooms with a glimpse of contempt
The sickness of comfort or falsities
And nightmares are a regularity
Are you so sedated
Tongues so weak
Honesty breaks
No one speaks
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Amazing post punk from Hungary. The vocals have an almost Steve Perry throatiness and melodicism to them, but they are ever so slightly muted to make the music stand out more. Yet, the vocals also have a cadence and drive that border on a hardcore approach. Very unique.
But the drummer steals the show here. Driving, frenetic, and, creative, providing a backbone to the music while also moving it forward.
Brilliant. Lute FP
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