Boney held little killer’s hand
As they were heading to the west
And he felt love pure and bare
Beneath her childish prayers.
Killer searched at Boney’s face
For a tinny spark of grace
But all she saw was blood shoot eyes
And a bad need of a shave.
They rolled all they and they rolled all night
And I guess they’re rolling yet
But the trail of death left behind their steps
Lord it ain’t easy to forget.
Out on the wilderness
The wind whispers their names
And here among the living
We just wonder what you meant.
Riff-heavy, blown-out garage-punk from the UK's Dez Dare with lyrics aimed at the political forces of division and isolation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021
No-frills punk n' roll, catchy and furious in the service of finding something true to believe in, from Seattle's The Unfit. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 23, 2020