THREE-POINTER: There’s a basketball hoop at the end
of a cul-de-sac. When you’re driving around the loop,
make a three-pointer from your Cadillac. There’s waves
on the beach. My beer’s white with foam. One America’s
a Jeep and the other’s a mobile home. Let’s go do some
crimes. Let’s get sushi and not pay. I’ve got myriad
rhymes so’s I can say what I wanna say. I’ve got angels
on my shoulders. I’ve got things on my mind. I’m mentally
moving boulders. I’ve got myriad rhymes. He was yelling
at the funeral procession. He was getting out much
previous aggression. He was screaming and hollering at
the very tip-top of his lungs, but you couldn’t understand
a word he was saying because it sounded like he was
speaking in tongues.
Melbourne duo SaD craft dreamy goth pop with reverb-drenched guitars and pulsing bass, indebted to the dark dancefloors of the past. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 30, 2020