The trve adversary
The way of the warrior
One shined-up earring
Polished for the ritual
Such a perfect special boy
Money walks into the bank
You don't need to be good
Obviously
You don't need to stand
On the shoulders of giants
If you have enough studded-up
Hunch-backpatches to crawl on
and a leather jacket for the summer
Nine angles, fourteen words, but no class
Self-inflicted, self-serious, self-important
World-wide white trash
No special boys matter
One spooky boy emerges from his pile of sticks
and money walks into the bank
A terrifically woozy slab of psychedelic stoner rock, where big riffs grind against saxophones, omnichords, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2018