Life in a rubber box, far from electric shocks
Head in a barrel of sand, I’m speaking to the hand
Cream for any itch, heart in a tiny fridge
So tell me, why’s this thin frame still warm
I’ve been in a bus with fame, the saddest and the lame
Head full of booze and coke but they still don’t see the joke
I’ve eaten with the richest, the nice ones and the bitches
Their style is very funny, bludgeoned to death by money
We past each other standing still, no waiting
In the push and shove, no time for love, while raging
It’s best we leave the past behind, done faking
As we’ve both seen better days since then
We cut the line from those blank ways
Lost days, goodbye
Sounds like the album could be in either a fashion show or a kinetic action movie from the 2010s and I mean that in a good way. Theres kind of a touch of VNV Nation in the sound as well as the stated nods. CS
Using the spellbinding effects of chants, minimalist synths, and repetition, Maria Rossi paints a picture of strange and fraught beauty. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 1, 2018