You slept in your overalls, after the wrecking ball bereft you of house and home and left you with sweet fuck-all so we got in your car with our kickabout hearts and we hollared out 'Sweet Clementine.'
Tell your mom to marry us, a candle to carry us. With cans on our bicycle fenders. So sweet and hilarious. And we'll find us a home built of packaging foam that will be there 'til after we die.
And I'll play the clarinet. Use clamshells for castanets. We play with our bags on our shoulders, my sweet lady lioness. And I watch as you sleep
so indelibly deep and I hum to you 'Sweet Clementine.'
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024