Squatting on the ruined carcass / Throat slick with clotted gore
Rip and tear, chew and swallow / Bending down to reach for more
Glutton, you!
Stomach swollen, belly bursting / Veins crawl under glassy skin
Never finding satisfaction / Pressure's building up within
Glutton, you!
The jaws stretched wider, the lips pulled back
The eyes glazed over, the teeth turned black
In bed lie rotting, all impure flesh
And leaning over he starts to retch
One spasm ended and still craves more
He'll never
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024