Hemingway le sent dans sa tombe
Chaque fois que les taureaux galopent
Dans les rues de
Pampelune
Il se redresse
Son squelette s’entrechoque
Le crâne réclame à boire
Les orbites réclament le soleil
Les jeunes taureaux sont beaux,
Ernest
Et tu l’étais aussi
Quoi qu’ils disent
Aujourd’hui
supported by 7 fans who also own “Things That Are Better Left Unspoken”
the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the swimming, the sinking. Stavros Niteros
supported by 6 fans who also own “Things That Are Better Left Unspoken”
(Ex-Giddy Motors, for those of you to whom that means something.)
Amazingly complicated but still catchy. I'd call it math rock but it has way too much guts and spit for that; it's precise but also filthy. The vocals are completely unhinged. I love this band. Really hoping they come to the US on tour sometime soon. Mike Gintz