walk toward the south pole
drip blood from my mouth hole
and hope for the best
but i know its over
i wonder if the ice will turn my corpse
into a headstone
surrounded by red snow
the answer is of course
my bones are bending
the stress of pretending
this isnt the end
and with every step
i can taste another fragment of my skull
i vomit brain cells
and oh does the pain swell
i feel the pull
walk toward the south pole
drip blood from my mouth hole
and hope for the best
but i know its over
i wonder if the ice will turn my corpse
into a headstone
surrounded by red snow
i stay the course
supported by 5 fans who also own “personal heat death”
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
All proceeds from Julia Julian frontperson Max Ripps' experimental indie pop EP will be donated to Philadelphia Community Bail Fund. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 17, 2020