You should be anything else.
Blame it on them you live in fear.
Oh, your so, so smooth.
Six DIs on the drums.
This is the artist, I speak for them.
Write your chorus, I won’t respond.
The reaper knows our names.
No one will ever look it up.
No one will ever know the words.
glowing
illuminate
warmth
Keeping the flow of blood
in the back of my shell.
I am the past, I am the dust.
I am the lost chord.
I hope this amp kills me.
I hope I kill rock n roll.
Amplifier waste me,
kill me rock and roll.
Essences of my life shock me.
Make me flatline,
I hope this amp kills me.
I hope I kill rock and roll.
So much of this time is waste.
Aussie trio Burger Chef dish out a hearty helping of noise rock with a side of d-beat: messy, raw, and oh-so satisfying. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 20, 2022