And I guess i'm stupid.
And I can but I don't, just grow up and walk home.
When i'm drunk, i'm stupid.
And i can but I don't, just throw up and crawl home.
Can't fathom sober opinion. Keep them to yourself.
There's so much energy throughout Feast of Love. Walls of fuzz, a driving punk rhythm, soft yet impactful vox; their chemistry will rope you in like a high school crush. Only difference is Pity Sex doesn't flake out on you. They're right here h i d d e n l e t t e r s
Not versed in much emo-skramz at all but this hit all my boxes at once in a simple one go and it haven't left that impression afterwards. It got it all, from the heartfelt vox to the equal solid instrumentations all along. Shapeshifting