I was a ghost floating above an industrial park. Who even cares when the night is dirty and dark and the rolling plains look like "a parking lot full of rotten milk." hey, maybe its time to quit. Throw in the towel, put up a flag, just put the paint into the bag and breath it down, just fall down and struggle with the darkness.
When the shadow blinks,
When the night ain't as sorry as it seems... oh, then you will know.
What is a real soul? What is the seed of your hate?
Who even needs your opinion these days anyway?
Go back inside till the Radio Cab arrives and the streets make sense.
These are my friends.
I'm the wind, I'm a tree, I'm a bus stop, I believe.
I just fall down and struggle with the darkness.
When the shadow blinks,
When the night ain't as sorry as it seems... oh, then you will know.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024