She Bathed Herself In A Bath Of Bleach

Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great

Like much of Journal we retread old Holy Bible ideas with a new reverence and the passing glance of a hawk. It’s riff heavy, with massive chorus and verses. In many ways it feels like something Nirvana would have done. It gets to the point with zero excess fat, clocking it at barely over two minutes, dealing with souring relationships, ‘preying on the needy’, domestic violence, and physically deforming yourself to suit the imagined desires of others – all lovely stuff.

She Bathed Herself In A Bath Of Bleach: 3/Good


Marlon J.D

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

Marlon J. D: 4/Great