My scales don't shine and my eyes are sinking. I'm soft to the touch. There's a hook in my mouth attached to an unraveling thread making patterns with the omnipotent surface. I'm simply unpalatable. I'd die to lie atop an ice sculpture. It was horrible how they tossed away our heads and plucked out our white pin bones, but it's these times I'm told we find are tough and taste like our teardrops as if we've been living in our own torn-aparts. Jar my neck to the sky only to suck in calamity - it's what I need, the need to breathe deep.
With its jagged edges sawed, I thought I thawed you out, but I see, now, that your hands are still cold.
credits
from Atlas At Last,
released April 19, 2013
Written & Performed by Atlas At Last:
Nathaniel Hartten - vocals/guitar
Mike Radack - bass/vocals
Jesse Catron - drums
This Baltimore group rough up post-punk with dark post-hardcore riffs and chaotic choruses, never losing a fine-tuned sense of melody. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 13, 2024
I know... late to the party.... but I read somewhere that this is a mixture of replacements and early GGD and thought I'd check it out.... really like it. Mully