Lost my pride in a prize fight, I'm a broken jaw. You have never seen hollow bones like mine. Held my joy like a wildfire, but the devil knew. I'm finding healthy ways to keep my demons away. But there are days inside my head, I'm growing thin, I'm crawling in. All the pretty girls are staring at me, pale blue, pale white, this snowy December. You're smoking joints in between class. So confident and sleek, pretty boy suicide, your first instinct was to never leave me. But there are days inside my head, I'm growing thin, I'm crawling into loveless thinking. It's stinging my ears to know you are never changing. I learned to forget. I'm the new American Heart-throb solely on the count of you. You are like an actress on the television. God, you look so skinny, the way you wanted to be.
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
Produced by Jesse Gander of Japandroids & White Lung, the latest from Philly’s Fire in the Radio is full-throated rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2020
Epitaph Records will be matching all pre-orders of “Always Foreign” with a donation to The Immigrant Defense Project. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 28, 2017