I don’t got a lot of friends left
What’s left of them is what’s left of me
And I’ve only got a pack left
What’s left of it’s too far for me to see
I’ve only got a single rib left
Not enough for you to climb up to me
Experiential dread will reflect
In all the facets of my shattering reality
I’m waiting for the last one to hurt less
I guess I’ll stick out moving on on to the next
The rage works it’s way up into my chest
Though I’m bleeding baby, you’re the best
Your pretty hands just won’t remember
The way my stomach seems to realize
And what we did and said last summer
Sits on my back till I’m immobilized
I don’t think back to when we started
Don’t think about when you were with me
No sense in being broken hearted
Waiting till the moment I was too blind to see
Waiting for the last one to hurt less
I guess I’ll stick out moving on on to the next
The rage works it’s way up into my chest
Though I’m bleeding baby, you’re the best
Though I’m bleeding baby, you’re the best
Though I’m bleeding baby, you’re the best
Effortlessly juggling mood without slowing down or stopping to question themselves, the Singaporean band give new life to an age-old indie ethos. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 16, 2021
St. Louis DIY stalwarts Shady Bug's latest EP is languid, low-key indie rock that combines warm dream pop tones with alt-rock crunch. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2023
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Takes me back to my high school classroom during the days of binging Inio Asano's old manga scanlations before anything was licensed. At that time, I was discovering many kinds of Asian shoegaze, but I've never heard anything like this. Makes me think of Pasteboard, Supecar, and Midnight Pingpong a bit, and it's funny bc the first two I listen have blue album covers too. Lu