Come now, beautiful sickness
Wipeout all that I've believed in
Nausea, the thought of you, brings me convulsions
I've had it, right up to here
All that we have said can never be undone
Salvation has taken over and made me your cancer
So cast out my demons in the name of the dancers
Remain in your pieces and your only shelter
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023