my friends hurt the worst
the lovers i can spare
don't jump the gun
we're just having fun
with our warm sawdust fires
cups of whisky and cider
star eyed the boy
in his own little world
don't leave just yet
we'll still barely met
with our hair in our eyes
and a stirring inside
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022