My patience wanes for these fucks around me
My dearest friends whom I held close to heart
A selfish shame, how it just confounds me
As time brings in change, we all just drift apart
I cling to memories of what used to be
I guess I could say that it’s all my fault
Nostalgia’s such a weak excuse to me
But nerves will be raw until feelings screech to a halt
Aussie upstarts juxtapose tightly-wound post punk songwriting with nuanced production, jangling choruses, and heady jams. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 29, 2023