I looked into the mirror and I saw the years progressed, what little charms my features held lay cracked upon my face. And when I see young lovers it makes my stomach turn, what chance have they to know like I the misery to come?
My first love he was Matthew he was handsome he was strong, you'd never find him deep in work though active all day long.
He left my heart so bitter though he tried to leave it kind, my fornicating lodger had someone else in mind.
Though I lie here still and cold, China doll dear, China doll.
I look into my casket and I see the threads of youth, so glib were my affections then, so careful with the truth. So let them close the curtain on the story on the corpse and on into the Fire, on in I go
The words we left unspoken now echo in my head. A man should not be judged by the woman in his bed, so let them close the curtain on the story on the corpse and on into the fires of hell my shallow grave bestowed.
Lo-fi, off-kilter, goofy, and ultimately very charming—this album from Luis Pradella is garage pop in its purest essence. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 31, 2023
Industrial textures and vocals with a hint of gothic melodrama come together on tAngerinecAt''s latest trip to the dark side. Bandcamp New & Notable May 3, 2022
Howard’s influence on the guitar-centric dark music margins is incalculable, and “Teenage Snuff Film” is considered his masterpiece. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2020
The art-rock trio feels ever more cohesive and inventive, spinning myriad avant-garde threads into their own fabric. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 8, 2019