Nights chasing ghosts, asleep in the pews. Vacant and still, arm in a noose. Pillar of salt, we can never look back. The lies we have led, we are cursed in our past. And we are cursed in our death. A penance paid for in blood. The guilt staining my hands. My lover stolen from me. Thieving Father be damned. No mercy on me. Myself and sins I detest. Devil lying in wait collecting his debts. Communion of saints, of bread, body and wine. Quiet and still, drinking me dry. God left here long ago. Heavy lies a thorned crown. In pride and in spite, no faith to be found. No hope.
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Before this album I'd only ever really listened to Lament and Dead Horse X; I've never been -that- familiar with touche amore but this blasted them from being a band I enjoyed on occasion to an absolute favorite, one I feel connected with personally, intimately. I feel understood which is a rare experience. sleepy_foxie
Winter McQuinn mixes soft rock and psychedelic folk for a sound reminiscent of classic pop purveyors like Cut Worms and the Lemon Twigs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
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Musically this feels more experimental for La Dispute reminding me of their Here, Hear releases. Very atmospheric and easy to lose your self in. Perfect for the next time you’re contemplating your existence. (Also found out the guitarist builds his own pedals and used them on this record; neato!) Mikey