I bathe my thoughts impure
In a basin of innocent times
But like floods drown flowers
Nostalgic woe like statues of stone
Overtake me
Subjugated
The scent of blossoms
Growing on decay
In this place of
Quiet foreboding
Peace has come
At a price
Orange blossoms white
They blind my sight
You can set your eyes
On a trail, one way thinking
Tunnel vision
Demise
And rain will cleanse
It always does
Everything is fine
Everything will be alright
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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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