That’s good to know. The lyrics are just as great as ever, but something about the production on the songs they’ve released so far just hasn’t been sitting right with me.
I've never loved Gaslight, but enjoy the couple of albums when they were at their peak. Heard a few from the new one and they sound pretty terrible. I'll listen, but I have close to zero hope I'll enjoy much
Everything I've heard off History Books thus far sounds amazing. Little Fires was the only one that took a while for me to get into but the other 4 were immediate.
Listened to it a few months ago when I realized it was turning 20 this year. Can’t believe how well it still holds up.
@Jason Tate its funny, reading your blink review, along with you and Craig’s back and forth on the thread - this book seemed very fitting about the passion behind the scene. Chris Carabba’s forward is beautiful, and Amy (the author) fucking killed it with this book. So happy to have it in my collection now.
the imagery in this song is insane and when that “I know you what you’re doing/I know what you did” hits and that extra bit in the outro with that bassline…
God that chorus is so good. Can anyone make it out? “long past, the summer on my teeth. Long since, you meant everything to me.” ???
The YouTube visualizer has the lyrics on it! You could forget about the devil but the devil won’t forget about you Just because you’re winning that don’t mean you’ve got nothing to lose I saw you walking down Lennox Real human teeth A mouth full of promise No guarantees You say its all over now Call it blood under the bridge You say what’s done is done You don’t know what you did I know what you did Long past, Summer on my teeth Long since you meant everything to me Nobody knows the trouble I’ve seen Nobody knows the trouble you’ve been I’ve got no reason to be here Im just trying to tell you the truth Preaching to the choir never felt so fucking good You said it’s all over now Call it blood under the bridge The problem isn’t that I’ve changed The problem is that you’ve stayed the same You boot stomping Blood letting Son of a bitch I know what you’re doing I know what you did Nobody knows the trouble you’ve been