four steel stitches in my face,
old mack was a piece of shit dog.
not all hounds go to heaven,
but i don’t know where the bad ones go,
but i’m all smiles
that the teeth didn’t go thru my throat.
i’ve got it tied tight around my face,
blanket soul keeps the sap in my head
not all dogs will bite again
but they don’t want to take the chance,
they wanna put that old mutt down.
& I haven’t slept well in days
happy birthday to my best friend bryce
lets put uh make up on my scars today
and go see manson at star lake
and hope we wake up the same.
Up there with Joe's best -- it feels like it pulls from every record he's done before while still being completely distinct from any Cymbals record in the way it combines the psychedelia and accessibility with some of the lushest, most ornately arranged music I've heard. Plus the guitars still rock, the solos fucking slap, and the ballads somehow slap just as hard. The narrative based lyrics also hit a sweet spot in Joe's lyricism -- direct but inventive, descriptive and endlessly compelling. Emmanuel Castillo
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016
As I listen to this album more and more I start discover aspects that I hadn't felt before. My love for every individual track continues to grow, but Change has remained in my heart as a deep drive to get me through the day. seonghi