Coming down there was no sound
Dressed in a cloak you tore
For me to ignore while drowning
I can't think of a better way
To end my days lost hiding
Coming down I made no sound
It was first time
Then routine
I wanted to be a friend you could count on
When you needed it
On your back porch
We climbed trees
Smoked cigarettes even though I quit
And you promised I wouldn't let you get that low again
You promised you wouldn't let me get that low again
There is no band currently that approaches their sound with such terrifying rawness as Piranesi. Every scream is horrifying and earned, each chord panicked but mesmerizing, and the drums trample you. Fox Wound
The latest EP from Brooklyn’s Gilah is an explosion of sound and color, with oceanic guitars and dreamlike melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 14, 2020