Let every place be the same place
And you’ll see the rise of a faceless power
Let us gaze through the same black mirror for awhile
Let me light this fire
Right now there are demonstrators on the bridge
Hear their righteous howling
Right now there’s a detonator underneath
In the hands of a coward
Who’d wanna burn that bridge (x3)
There’s only me, There is only you and me i know
In our high cold tower
Right now they would see a demonstration of
Your righteous power
Go give em all their fix (x3)
Go give em all their fix
Go give em all their techno-fix
Go give em all their fix
Go give em all their petrol fix
May the gold-lined frequency never fail
May your hypothetic currency never fail
May the worldwide credit binge never fail
May the gold-lined frequency never fail
The Chicago indie-rock trio deliver an album for remembering the revitalizing feeling of inhaling fresh air—the aural equivalent of a gleam of hope Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2020
The third album from the Chicago band features upbeat Americana alt-rock underscored by themes of uncertainty and upheaval. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 28, 2020