Stretched for days on a ration of rest,
The shoreline stains wandering feet with rust.
Sprawled beneath the sun, spy a feast of flesh,
Strain the ancient aching muscle of lust.
It’s not just the pretty girls who pose when it’s time to run.
Chilling wine perspiring, engorged on expiring sun,
Wasted on the depleted and cryptic.
Revenge the sky in a pastel bloom wrung.
Retreat behind metals, your armour, your styptic;
Quicksilver rainbow, quixotic and liquid.
The people have become shades against the iridescence past,
Beautiful at last.
The new EP from this Melbourne group pits swings from haunting ballads to songs powered by crashing waves of guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 25, 2018