Sunday Music: Drug Church

I would buy a book of Drug Church lyrics. 

Here’s “Fun’s Over” from their newest album, Hygiene. If you like literary post-hardcore, art rock, give them a spin. I’m really enjoying some of their stuff (h/t NYT Popcast episode, “A Renaissance in American Hardcore Music” – which made me so, so happy this week). 

In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot

Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you’ve got

Stale love, sad art sold for parts, ankle traps, and leg caught

Blanket statements from dying patients coughing blood all over your house

There’s so few

Reasons to

Prostrate yourself at the feet of all these fools

(Of all these fools, of all these fools, of all these fools)

In pursuit of vine-ripe fruit, new ideas, summer pavement hot

Chasing moments and hoping they invoke hits; hope is all you’ve got

Buying low, selling vacant lots, vacant stares, and occupied plots

Tired slogans from tired showmen; vomit on your best blouse