Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great
Evoking powerful images of Marlon Brando’s Reflections In A Golden Eye, the lyrics are visceral and brutal and speak of Richey’s appreciation of the beauty of minimalist survival, of withstanding torture and physical pain as if you’re a wraith. The music bursts out of the speakers sharply, like a rifle crack, the guitars and drums reminiscent of Joy Division and angular punk. It’s brief, leaving no room to catch your breath, and the nifty closing guitar solo is straight out of The Holy Bible.
Misheard Lyrics: Oh well, whatever, never lonely Marlon JD
Actual Lyrics: A well-oiled rifle, never lonely Marlon JD