"Mop up the butcher's floor, kiddies.
Put the Pigs in the frying pan…
into the
Fire…"
You found me in the bleachers
I had much to give
Santa's little helper
Excites the little kids
Your favorite drink of paradise
Straight through the cloudy skies
Secrets in, secrets out
Secrets all about
Drown within, drown without
Live in light of certain doubt
Rattles above us, the slash, the thunder, the space
All these mountains crashing down… on us
We're dressed as mice now
Running out
On the backs of beasts
To flush out all the rats
“Catch the wave… [maniacal laughter]”
Seminole clown
Makes you arise
Bring you down
Down to your demise
Everything your heart desires
Will come to you
Come to you in a place
Where no one can breathe
Finds your weakness
And kills to please
Soon everything will fall in place
And the stars refuse
To shine…
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016
The sole recording from this Brooklyn group, “Service” is hushed and mysterious, its artful songs defying easy categorization. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 28, 2023