Feeling fixed and de-clawed,
like the room is dog-eat-dog.
it’s not your fault;
I’m high as a christ.
You’ve gone to find yourself,
sleazing ‘cross the commonwealth.
In secret, you know who you are:
You’re made of the people
you use and discard.
And we’ll always love you,
but you’re making it hard to.
Our destruction is mutually-assured:
I’ve waved the bloody shirt once or twice,
filthy with envy of the hollow little victories
you sell me to try and make nice.
A parasite for sore eyes when you boast of your host,
to abandon our past as ancient ruins us both.
Tense post-punk from Big Supermarket, “1800” threads bent-wire guitars through blinking keys and dead-eyed vocal lines. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 9, 2018
A new album of perfect low-key gems from Kim Weldin of Tape Waves' unassuming bedroom pop side project Shiny Times. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 15, 2019