It’s beautiful, rhythmic shifts made focal points.
It’s beautiful, creaking tongue and groove joints.
Inhailing fog in splitting streams,
fixed upon a queen.
It’s beautiful, entangled in a strangers limbs.
It’s beautiful, hormones laced in vigor and vim.
Aroused by pillows muffled screams,
a stitch to sew the dream.
Stay, slip the mundane.
Stay, don’t become your on bane.
Practice empathy,
see the beauty.
It’s ugly, adolescents begging for your drool.
It’s ugly, lacking morals fall to gag rule.
Impending cries for perilous acts.
A question of fact.
Stay, slip the mundane.
Stay, don’t
become your on bane.
Practice empathy,
preference sympathy.
I’m dealing in tongues and souls,
what a miserable way to go,
and I’ve got nothing to show for it.
Here I sit on cumulonimbus,
no regret, no forgiveness.
Why don’t you join us?
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022
Combining crooned murder ballads with raw, angsty hard rock hooks, Melbourne's The Ugly Kings are a wrecking crew well worth watching. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 15, 2021