Sinatra sings to me in my sleep. Chorus songs filled with desperation and greed. Lying awake I can see what he means. It’s ‘98, it’s 2011. Nothing changes, we have to keep asking questions. “You show me one step forward in the name of religion and I'll show you a hundred retrogressions”. And Hitchens is dying. With his final breath will he acquiesce? Will he tear us all do wn and leave it to the dead? Tom waits for me in the depths of my dreams. Filling the silence with howls and screams. “Let's pretend we can bring back the old days again, and all the world is green”. Just go back to sleep. There is no lord beyond the
stars. No pagan God to rule us. No monotheistic plagiarist. God is away on business. “And we are all one consciousness experiencing istelf subjectively. There’s no such thing as death. Life is just a dream and we
are all the imagination of ourselves”. There is no God beyond the stars. There is no God beyond ourselves.
This Oakland group pulls no punches, serving up a hard-hitting punk album that recalls the blistering brilliance of Refused. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2020