Yesterday I saw White Lung, Swans, and some other bands. My ears are still ringing. This album, We Must Become The Pitiless Censors of Ourselves, helped me ignore the ringing in my ears and fall asleep. - Also A+ lyrics.
To mark the recent 'supermoon' phenomenon. It's only polite.
A rare nighttime jam for me...this seemed fitting (although I'm inside, and don't know if the moon's out or not).
This song has been on repeat in my head all week.