This is not communication this is death.
Death, Death.
Boulder in my chest, there's a boulder in my chest.
Chest, Chest.
This is not regret this is pure hate.
Hate, Hate.
Call you Ganesh because your swimming trunks are wet.
Wet, Wet.
Turn this water into piss.
Turn this river into piss.
Turn this ocean into piss.
Turn your f****** car around, there's a cop up ahead.
"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