intended consequences with a side of avarice. the green-eyed telegraph violently eyes the door and slices right through me. then sad to say, but we’re all spitting diamonds through paper plates with little thought for the sad or the lonely who don’t really want our help anyway. apathy pulled from the sun. landmines, war crimes, disguise. we’ve already won. then through the dives and diners there’s got to be a simple thought of silence without empathy. apathy pulled from the sun. as told, not sold, withhold. your time will come. I’ll drive a Tercel til I’m 85 when I’ll buy me a houseboat and live on the bay off other people’s hard work and cigarettes will always be romantic.
A new track from Pretty Matty finds the band in top form, delivering clean yet crunchy hook-laden power pop with trademark high energy. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 25, 2020