Magic grandpa, tell me who you really are
White hair, brown suit
Cold stare, clumpy shoes
Are you the one to choose?
Will this generation lose?
Are you the one to choose?
Grandpa are you mad?
A rotten fruit that's just gone bad
Are you supposed to be the saviour?
Well this ain't the right behaviour.
So go and do us all a favour,
Kick the bucket sooner than later.
The country was at its knees.
Took a backseat conveniently
The revolution will go on
Protect us from the liberal cons
Eradicate Zion
Leader you're the only one
The damage is already done.
Magic grandpa, I know who you really are
White hair, brown suit
Cold stare, clumpy shoes
Are you the one to choose
Will this generation lose?
And there's nothing you can do
There is no one to choose
Until someone gets a clue.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024