stand like Bolshevik bread lines
250 kelvin
police state communion
rustled out of their lair
burlap couches
bedbugs
boxcars
brown skies
swill from chardonnay space bags
bourbon breakfasts
cigarettes
saccharin hugs
they're waking up, corkscrew quilts, crack of dusk, sleepwalk, silent alarm
we know you were there
so name your source we have the note
blood money
and silver tongues back to the scene
you can't prove it
we won't name him
hand written with a broken arm
we won't spill it we cut them out
hot wired with the door ajar
he's heard it 1000 time before
no one knows one iota of nothing
chapped lipped DNA
diet cola detox
let their god sort them out
it's a sacrament of holding cells, swiped shoelaces, mouths wide shut
now they're heading in, crack of dawn, trazadone, triumph of will
keep your lips sealed, eyes desperately closed
we'll keep testing the hairs, keep consulting the bones
with your stomach in knots, holding hostage your veins
the ol' "any old truth" will be all that remains/we'll take any old truth.
On their incredible new album, Swiss group Abraham deliver a relentless assault of punishing noise rock, eight tracks of primal fury. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 26, 2022