The Sabotage Montage on tape, containing all four Quadrants:
• Vernus
• Estivus
• Autumnus
• Hibernus
Packaging, pad print artwork and slipcase designed by Rswll. This special release is limited to only 96 copies and will not be reproduced. Each copy is numbered in black Sharpie by Rswll's hand.
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Info
- Wrapped in a Double Cassette Slipcase (w/ Thumbholes)
- Clear Cassette with Metallic Red Liner
- Super Ferro Normal-Bias Tape
- Unique Pad Prints on Each Side of the Cassettes
- Professionally Real-Time Duplicated
Includes unlimited streaming of Vernus
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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This was always a ravenous punk song in my head. Didn’t know I could write at that tempo, but I did!
This song wouldn’t exist without my reverence for SZA’s 'Ctrl' and Jessie Reyez’ early stuff. I think my honest writings began only after studying their bravery.
For example, the original chorus: “I’m so bad at keeping friends!/ I’m so shit at making ends meet!/ I’m a caustic little bitch!/ But I’m still counting on a kiss!” A little too crude, but it was freshly frank. Meanwhile, the verses remain unchanged from when they first tumbled out of me.
The post-chorus originally had way more syllables, but I kept chewing on my tongue at that tempo, so I streamlined that, too. The production is more or less intact from the original vision, however: jaunty on the piano, jaunty on the computer.
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lyrics
I met my ex on a streetcar yesterday
He recognised me, I him
Tried to grab his gaze
I looked up from my phone too late
He was already looking away, well
I’ll see him ‘round here once again
And in my head, I do something
Then reality hits: I’ll say nothing
But in my head, ooh, I feel glad, I guess
Then reality cuts like a knife right through my chest
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
Never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
These men I fuck somehow keep showing up
Skyline nor horizon ever wide enough
I looked up from my phone too early
Now I’m leaving in a hurry
I’ll see him ‘round here once again
And in my head
(In my head)
I do something
(I do something )
Then reality hits
(Reality hits)
I’ll say nothing
(Say nothing)
But in my head
(In my head)
Ooh, I feel glad, I guess
Then reality cuts like razors through my chest
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
I’ll never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This silly scum’s my favourite part
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This city scum’s my miserable art
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
This silly scum’s my favourite part
I’m a misanthropic
Humanist at heart
The city scum’s my personal, miserable art
And why
I don’t even know myself
Choking on a wishing well
Whoring for a little hope
Starving stupid for the ropes
Never get filled by seas so full of fish
I confess my endless loneliness
When I don’t even know myself
I don’t!
I don’t even know myself
No I don’t!
But I’m still here!
I won’t disappear!
No, I’m still here!
I WON’T DISAPPEAR!
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
(I’m still here)
I’m still here
I won’t disappear
(I’m still here)
I’m still here
No, I’m still here
I’m still here
I’m still here
Multi-instrumentalist and producer Harvey Carter's light touch makes his pleasant indie electronica sparkle and move. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 12, 2024
