It’s all small talk, it’s all small talk
Nothing changes unless it’s inside
latch onto the real
a harbinger’s haggard call
To destroy the destroyer
He’s churning incessantly still
How you, the deplorable, rear your ugly heads
Ignoring the end
An omnipresent erasure of a faction of slaves
By the no-nonsense no-face of capital
Come to be stuck like pigs
& I’m struck by the salt in the air
And the warmth of the humming tune
I don’t recognise your face anymore
I can’t picture your face from ashore
I guess I’m laughing
I guess I’m just laughing at it all
No more searching for meaning in nothing
There’s no meaning at all
Two ravens are perched outside the bar
One cries out in a blood curdling screech
Pestilence grinning from underneath it’s beak
Now it just stares at me, and I wade
Past function fallacy and purpose
suck back a cigarette
while listening to the nonsense
of the no-body do nothing
Who falls into line,
and wanders at night
wondering why
Truth is a hue from waste
And I’m petrified
to see the future graced
The soaring arcs of post-rock, the punchy rhythms of post-hardcore, and the jagged lines of post-punk all join on the latest from Aversions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2023