A long drive with a rifle by my side helps protect what is mine. As I cross county lines with the law on my tracks I'll never look back. To the border I crawl. No worries at all. I'm a dangerous man with no solid sense of the high road. No sense of the high road. The rich life calls. I'll have everything one man could want. Just a few towns more then I'm gone.
In the distance they wait for me. Drive faster, my hands shake. I've been a fighter since I was born. Never had a option for more. I've been a fighter since I was born. Never had a option for more.
I reach for my riffle, pedal to the floor. I'm inches away. I see my fate. They reach for their guns and fire all at once.
supported by 8 fans who also own “The Great Raid of 1975”
The real Speed of Sound in Seawater is fast... relatively. This album is the same in that it goes by too fast and you are already putting it on repeat again. :p jason hankins
supported by 7 fans who also own “The Great Raid of 1975”
I like to pretend I have a really talented friend who recorded this album as a gift. That's what it feels like; a gift from a stupidly close friend. sherryking
Rising UK trio FES balance math rock's instrumental mischief with pop punk's anthemic sweetness for a distinctive, endearing sound. Bandcamp New & Notable May 4, 2022