This is all wrong
Things weren't supposed to turn out this way
Tripping up in our own footsteps, end on end
There's no decline, no great exodus
The folly of mankind rests on our inability to take responsibility for our actions
To even see that we have done anything wrong
Having gone to the dogs
We have proven ourselves utterly worthless
"I heard talk between the buildings,
Echoing the rumors of an apocalypse"
Four sounds to silence naysayers with eyes gleaming
Four sights equally blinding
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024