I’ve been looking to tell you something about me
But I was afraid of what you would think
And my mind is a clear plane of empty solace a half dream
I feel redeemed for the first time.
Every minute has passed me by like a stranger under the street lights
Forgive me.
But how could you if I can’t even muster the words
Define the means discourse is empty.
As exciting as experimental rock gets, Poorly Drawn House's controlled minimalist chaos is like caffeinated slowcore. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 17, 2024