Analogue to mirrors, to hosts fragile as glass; dependent organics producing desire—we’re new flesh! Empty dolls that won’t rest until we end them all!
An arrow-shaped horizon left off by your embrace; how I wish you can somehow see it through. Migrating from the host is a nimbus-mind precipitate; the score in scattered totality.
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from Soft Narcosis NG+,
released November 29, 2021
All music by Limbs
Recorded, mixed, and mastered at Kuwago Nights Studio
Terrific, marauding post-punk that will thrill fans of Idles with its pairing of cutting riffs and wry spoken/sung lyrics. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 26, 2022