Built yourself a summer home—you made it out of sticks and stones
and nonbelievers broken bones who looked at you and laughed
Carried out the master plan and got the kids to join your band
Now you tour the greater land, macrodosing laughs
You do it for thrills / Sensations that kill, for the moment
You do it for thrills / Sensations that kill, for the moment—for the moment—for the moment
Built yourself a bummer home—you made it out of glass and foam
Daring me to throw my stones but I don’t have the aim
Carried out the your master plan and got the kids to like your band
Now your wish is their command, macrodosing pain
You do it for thrills / Sensations that kill, for the moment
You shoot it for thrills / Sensations that kill, for the moment—for the moment—for the moment
—for the moment—for the moment
This Parisian duo perfectly recall the best of slowcore, noise pop, and the brainier, more bummed out strains of 90s indie rock. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 20, 2023
Pretty avant-pop with simple instrumentation and gentle bite from New York's Garcon No.1 cleverly subverts the torch song. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2020