Go.
Sink into the
Clay,
Spritual
Slag.
I know you won’t
Shine.
In a moment we will
Fly
So
Far
On such a baleful breath.
No fanfare will sound on that radiant night.
No wings will be spied in the blast.
No spirit will hold you in the tunnel of light,
So shake the dead hand of the past.
Go.
Sink into your
Faith,
Mummer of kind
Lies --
Fulsome in dead
Praise.
Entropy will
Ring.
Each
Trace
Will sanitize to soil.
Recorded in quarantine, the latest from Blues Lawyer hits the indie pop/post-punk sweet spot, and will be out on 5x7 flexi in August. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 30, 2021