Death, grips around my throat. It's going for the choke hold. Now I'm cold and it's disturbing. Will you be my pride? I'll let you coincide back to my side, and it'll get disturbing.
Everybody freeze, no one make a sound. Everybody sees you in the flood lights now.
Til debt make us pray. Kneel, go on play your part. Rest on this day, and it'll be like Sunday service.
The Brooklyn duo bring a host of influences—everything from classical to folk to bluegrass—to their churning post-rock. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 24, 2017