The sunny summer siren songs summon the slumbering sloths. Something is wrong. Sound the alarm! They’re gathering their forces. Patios and porches thick with smoke, hormones and whores of both sexes bloat and become swollen. The young libertines run in desperate droves; all desperate hope and desperate loathing.
It’s a lust phenomenon, broadened far beyond honest confidants lost in opulence.
It’s over. Hungover, hollow and half alive.
Beyond the shame it’s not so bad. Shower it off. It’s never enough. Cover the loss of self respect with drugs and booze and choosing someone new to fuck. They’re waiting wasted all weekend…weathering all manner of storm just to become somebody’s source of heat between their sullied sheets.
It’s a lust phenomenon lost in opulence.
Wake up alone when it’s over. This is love. This is the end.
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the evolution of citizen is almost identical to the typical depiction of human evolution. As you please strays from the previous releases while containing raw emotion. ghøstbødy
supported by 11 fans who also own “Lust Phenomenon”
Been following Somos for many years, feeling that they had an opus in them...well, here it is. Driving pop-punk sensibilities lend an upbeat tone in contrast to the grim lyrical proceedings, and they absolutely pull it off. Evocative music that's been on repeat for me all month long. RIP, Phil PaintedDogs
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024