I remember the old folks back home, every night in that old watering hole. I don’t see any of those folks anymore. Grabbed our bags and head for the road, to towns and cities we did go. It’s not quite the same as across the road – I stole these chords from the Bragg, I stole words from my head. Do they even make any sense? – I remember when Matt had long hair. The place was so much bigger then, I fucking swear. Some of us left and some of us are still there. Every Christmas we all come back, I say its shitter every year, and every year I take it back. Sometimes it’s just nice to be at home.
I can safely say I've never been this excited over a piece of plastic in my entire life! This is awesome! It's impossible to pick a favourite when every track is a banger. The lyrics are on point and delivered with an acerbic wit and passion that leaves me in no doubt that they're spoken from the heart. I need more of this in my life! Dylan Barry
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Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022