Nothing to do, in this beat-up lonely old town
The walls are caving in and my feet are stuck like glue
To the ground!
Whenever I get up, I get knocked back down
That's why my radio is playing that sound
Whenever things don't go my way
I let the radio play
Something that will make us move
My radio plays a reggae groove
This little boy, he asked a dollar of me
Old dirty socks ooooooh
He had on his feet
He smiled, as he danced
To the jukebox
He played a song that his heart would conceive
Whenever things don't go my way
I let the radio play
Something that will make us move
My radio plays a reggae groove
Heady hardcore punk from Black Aubergine has groove, heft, and an experimental edge percolating behind the blown-out surface. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2023
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024