As the steel drum told us that cupper’s the healing that we should not ignore till we write love songs.
But my fore head replied: “To cure we still need gold”. The vaccine never touched my arms, but broke my neck.
And my head seemed so plein he always tried to drain in. He’s seen the worst, he’s seen the worst inside my head. And he seemed so, so close what I admired the most. He’s seen the worst, he’s seen the worst inside my head.
In the effect of sense we trust: No need to!
Feelings make us sing: No need to!
Self-appealing art to swim: No need to!
Yelling with the crowd: No need to!
This imaginative release from Monty Cime blends Latin folk music and experimental noise for a sense of surreal nostalgia. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 30, 2023