Set off into the empty airport
A red flash in my eye's corner marks the glass
With a nose, lips, and two hands imprinted
Positioned in such a way
Between number B and letter 6
A Letná Hill grey February afternoon
Yeah who am I to yearn
I always know what to do
Though I'm let down when it's done
Yesterday or tomorrow
There'll be fragments
Prepared and well dried
Like seeing something of extreme beauty
And understanding you'll probably never see it again
"Where do you want to go?"
"Home"
Sure, it's easy to say they sound like Steve Albini with some delay, but that really misses the bigger picture: Albini never used delay. They guys are doing some things that Steve never thought to and that's worth a listen. Gbro