A symptomatic sign of the changing times
And I feel like I’m just flying blind,
So I’m bracing myself for the fallout
I never had a strong enough stomach for me to endure
All of the carnage, shock and the gore
You’re leaving me breadcrumbs to follow
I try to hold it together but you just pull me apart
Go on and rip my beating heart out
Fill my body up with disease
It doesn’t matter if I’m rotting from the inside out
You’re still the worst part about me
I used to have the nerve to combust
But my spine is caked in dust,
Completely covered in rust
And I’m sick of just coughing my lungs out
You always try throw another wrench in the gears
Filling up my head with your bad ideas
That’s what I get for always sticking my neck out
Split me down the middle
Open up my chest
You can Take the parts you want to keep
Leave me with the rest
I can stitch myself up good enough
Clean up the mess that you left
supported by 56 fans who also own “The Worst Part About Me”
This is like emo Bruce Springsteen. Anthemic, but most importantly, channeling something of our collective experience so poetically real. I love that these angsty conventions can be used to rage (somewhat generally) against our screwed up society. This is rock and roll. Adam Pearson
Nashville’s excellent Dialup Ghost return with a dozen rollicking indie songs sewn up with fiddle, trumpet, and more. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 28, 2024
supported by 39 fans who also own “The Worst Part About Me”
The boys have done it again! State Champs equals consistency. Opening track has the energy to get you off the couch and out the door. Triumphant lyrics on that cut are balanced by the bitter nostalgia of Outta My Head - another track with an explosive riff and energy for days. The mood grows softer and more reflective on Half Empty and Four Year Strong make an excellent and surprise appearance on the bridge of Sundress. This is a dope album for a midnight run or blasting on the freeway. jayjules