Ease the babies out of their wombs. Make your hair blonde, hop on the number four. Do you become the driver when they drop you off? I'll become the driver. You don’t take their money, ripping out their roots. They found two heads hollowed out in the sanctuary or on the dry roadside. This is a duel and she won. Congratulate her, send her thanks. "How great that someone's doing what many of us should have done." Put up a statue of the new killer out of chains in the waxing moon. Do you see my shadow off the stake? Are you Diana, the Hunter? Are you afraid of me now? Well, yeah. Shouldn’t I be? But, don’t you quiver. I am an instrument. I am revenge. I am several women. Follow the arrow from behind the line. Moving forward, the night begins. We are brave and strong, but you don’t quiver. Let’s write this down, together. Our hands on the same weapon. Make evil afraid of evil’s shadow.
We are enormous fans of Pinegrove but that feels like an understatement. We are for everything they do from their DIY ethic to our fellow Jersey roots and of course to their musical novelty, more pressingly, their lyricism. I contend there's no current alt/indie project that shares the challenge towards articulation that Evan produces.
Every track is indispensable. The album is consummate like that; Old friends is incomplete without new friends, cadmium without aphasia, so on/so forth.