all the programs are filters
and the natives are repeating its words
grow some moss on my floor
and unlock that door
with love love love love love
and i hope that you understand
while walking in the quick sand
and i hope that you live again
while hanging in the trees embrace
and i hope that you figure it out
while hearing the fauna sound
Post-punk in the Sonic Youth mold—melody covered by creeping fuzz, anchored by architectural rhythms, with lyrics both abstract and direct. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 5, 2019