As I opened up a wing to a doorway a flood upbringing all these words in me and I can’t make sense nor is it who I want to be, and I’m sorry, no I don’t party, that I’m lazy, going crazy.
When I’m at parent’s house I hear the roaring of a sound I hear it call from down the street even with the loud tv and I’m running to her ears til I can barely seem to breathe the long black fur of the best thing to happen to me, Francine
I love the intensity of the track FATAL. It builds up and up to the final climax. The other tracks on the EP are also great though a bit more experimental, and less accessible, but give me an indication of the Debby Friday sound and (hopefully) future direction. Graham_Just_Graham