los angeles i am choking
i’m so alone my shades are never open
everything i own is breaking
my face wears out i become more misshapen
the air fills with toxic waste
carry me far from this toxic place
los angeles is choking me
please just let me breathe yeah
the air fills with toxic waste
bury me far from this toxic place
los angeles is choking me
please just let me breathe yeah
i’m choking
i’m choking
los angeles los angeles im choking
i can’t sleep my lungs are clogging
these streets were born to hate the people walking
my friends all have better friendships
i hate myself for feeling deep resentment
los angeles just end it
supported by 4 fans who also own “choking [Micro Dust Weaponry]”
Floor-to-ceiling Boris ragers! It’s like they looked back on songs like Statement and Woman On the Screen and said “let’s do a whole album like that!” Most of these tracks don’t even pass 3 minutes! Zerkalo holds up the middle with some anguished doom.
In the end, *NO* is as strong and declarative as it’s title. Brian Parker
Sweetly melancholy bedroom pop is rarely as actually vulnerable and personal as it is in this Australian artist's hands. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 21, 2018
supported by 4 fans who also own “choking [Micro Dust Weaponry]”
continuing from FIYH, this is blackpilled as all fuck; written and delivered with the raw candidness and self-mocking bitterness of a high-schoolers journal, and set to beats that are laser-focused to keep my distractable mind topped up on angry dopamine. A tight 21 minutes of weaponised disgust. Tom Colquhoun