in a place so loud we will never be free
just a slave to a taker, to a man, to a need
and I won’t go back, I never wanted to leave
just a slave to a taker, will we never be free?
in a city so callus, with two dead set eyes
with a mouth full of xans and a handful of time
they say what doesn’t kill you will just keep you alive
and what doesn’t kill you...
in the place you love with all the dogs set free
in a future together was never going to be me
just a slave to a taker, to a man, to a need
and I can never go back, I never wanted to leave
in the city so callus with two dead set eyes
With a mouth full of xans and a handful of time
they say what doesn’t kill you will just keep you alive
and what doesn’t kill you...
always the long way home
In the city, so callus, with two dead set eyes
With a mouth full of xans and a handful of time
They say what doesn’t kill you will just get high
And what doesn’t kill you...
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This isn't necessarily a genre I seek out, but something about the opening track just hooked me, and I find myself entranced by the chorus every time, even after listening.
That same haunting energy persists through the album, and I'm totally into it. Chaos Doverspike
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This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller