Skinning on the grass, not to stain the tile
Let the blood, the air is still
How can I do for you?
Comfort for the broken. Final days of fall. Gathering , the sleepless file by the tracks.
Why they learned to skirt every chore
To be out, days are styled short
How can I do for you?
Salivating master, circling the wall, buried by the slowing time, after dark
But we still replace every tooth
Until the wax starts to crack
How can I do for you?
Firing the broken, severing the tie, shift the weight to hollow steps kept in line
How can I do for you?
supported by 4 fans who also own “Dental Impression”
One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204