I was left alone in the house for several hours while my parents went out. I crept in to their room, and I took out all the sex and lace they thought I didn’t know about. Mother. Father. Forgive the sins of your little boy. Your sexual heathen. We all have urges and curiosities. Sexual heathens are we. A sinful boy raised by the left hand. A sinful boy expected to be a “man.” No heals. No lace. No makeup on your face. No son of mine's gonna be a social disgrace. Mother. Father. Forgive the sins of your little boy. Your sexual heathen. We all have urges and curiosities. Sexual heathens are we. So now I'm older, and this is how I dress––in a thong and a garter, and a motherfuckin' punk vest. Reveal it all. Wear what you want, when you want. Be who you want. Don’t give a fuck what they say. Mother. Father. These are my sins. Can they ever be forgiven? This is who I am. This is who I’m gonna be. I'll do what I want. 'Cause it's my own body.
F, I love this whole thing. Fav tracks: DooDoo drone, Mohammad, Sura Sura. But “Running for our lives” is like bad brains “I against “I meets rage meets fishbone. Don’t hesitate buying this Michael Farmer
The songs on the latest from Worriers hurtle forward breathlessly, with hook after hook topped by scorching vocal melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 16, 2023