Setting me up just to watch me fall
With a million voices coming down the hall
Ten more days and you’ll be back home
Comfort in calamity and all the insanity
Take down the voice of reason
With friends in celebration
Maybe the world is ending
Make sure we go down singing
Ten more days you can find my bones
Running past those city limits
Far from lights that drown in chaos
And those songs you can’t forget
Do you remember all those nights
We stayed up late dreaming of the east coast
Drunk on cheap wine praying for a getaway
Leaving our childhood dreams on the roadside
Lets drink till we see daylight
And dance without remorse
Maybe the world is ending
Make sure we go down singing
We drink til we make it home
We drink to this night
We drink til we make it home
We drink to the night
The leads singers frail vocal styling instantly bring to mind a tender Costello meeting aggressive Jeff Mengum. The scoring is superb and the songs really take you for a spin. Deltas
Future funk grooves, synthesized vocals, and plush, pristine arrangements make the NYC/Tokyo duo's debut a must-hear for city pop fans. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2023