El paso del tiempo lo puso triste,
su mueca, escepticismo.
Viejo, místico, busca respuestas
en la oscuridad.
Por qué el mundo,
daña tanto,
eso nunca lo sabrá.
Llora fuerte, la orilla malvada,
rodea de agua negra,
Gente injusta.
agua negra, gente injusta.
High-wire minimalist post-punk of the finest sort: the poetry of daily banality spit over molten guitar solos and elastic rhythms. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 20, 2017
Grab the pre-order to receive a limited-edition, satirical zine authored by Ray, who bares all in her Northern Spy debut. Bandcamp New & Notable May 14, 2015
The sound of Iceland at night. Cold and gloomy but with a danceable pulse. Need to make a full visit someday. Fun fact: IcelandAir had their albums on the flight music selection. heavenorli