primates paw squawk-boxes, they clog the crosswalks
bumbling towards the extinction of grace
bumbling towards the extinction of grace
it's a worrisome din
back in the cave where the treatise lay, unsigned
I labor over pristine rhyme (that blows)
but if you dig it
if you can dig
if you dig.. I'll not fret a rewrite
author entertains, barking at his brain
uh oh, right?
(persona borderline)
author can't relate, patently irate
uh oh, right?
Fucking pandemic. I miss seeing Buildings perform. Have done so many times, but now experiencing withdrawal symptoms. I just can't turn this up loud enough. Rumpel Vim
The UK upstarts' debut veers from sunny, psychedelic folk to bristling post-punk with reckless abandon without ever missing a beat. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024