stress and fire in a broken brainstem
fucking up my neck from dreams of mayhem
i can’t take another day of bullshit
screaming from my mind like the devil’s pulpit
there has got to be a way to get free
of these artificial chains that choke me
conscious thought is grinding down my system
thinking fucks my brain like a sharpened piston
think i’ll just go to bed
i wake up with a headache
headache
thrashing crashing like a wounded robot
who would have imagined hell was so hot
taking out my rage on mute bystanders
wielding mental fear like a cursed zweihander
one foot anchored in a new dimension
violence guiding me through a raw ascension
running out of empty homes to hide in
bullet fucks my brain and im past the horizon
bleeding a mirror into the rug
i wake up with a headache
headache
a migraine is a portal to the matrix through the soul
and the pain is the pang of the hunger to slip away beyond control
supported by 4 fans who also own “headache [Brain Stem Penetration] ft. dark cameron”
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 “headache [Brain Stem Penetration] ft. dark cameron”
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