Kitty kitty cat, Kitty kitty cat, won't you run faster and not look back? Strip the branch as you trip, and squeeze hard 'til you reach the pit, and the juice bleeds out all down your wrists. And the dirt sticks to the sticky spots and the trees grow out your hands—when you're dead in the forest, and I stand above you—with my axe! Kitty kitty cat, "is that you?" I wonder. Frolic in the mint that grows behind the dumpster! You're dead in the forest and you've got to hell, and I’ll surf the lava on my turtle shell from Nintendo in my basement. Cops are coming to get me—be patient—to grate me to goo on the pavement. When you're dead in the forest and I've got no backup plan. Oh no, Oh no, Oh no...
I have a huge appreciation for texture, and sonic texture. This record's lo-fi is something so well felt, it's brilliant. I can't get over the one chord structured song, "How I spent my Summer." Heccra
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Takes me back to my high school classroom during the days of binging Inio Asano's old manga scanlations before anything was licensed. At that time, I was discovering many kinds of Asian shoegaze, but I've never heard anything like this. Makes me think of Pasteboard, Supecar, and Midnight Pingpong a bit, and it's funny bc the first two I listen have blue album covers too. Lu