Hold the pain in a soft crux/With our palms facing up/Push it thoroughly through and through/This is ours to drink up
In a song that’s “a parable that holds nothing before and nothing after,” as the band teased in a five-year anniversary celebration, a trip-hop beat colored just the right shade of noir pop keeps perfect misery-loves-company with singer Megan James’ self-deprecating narrative. She sings about drinking her pain from her palms while her “tongue dried into the dust,” spines open up like marionettes and cups get filled with profanity. The chorus — “feel as lonely as I do” — doesn’t quit the mood, diving further into the blackness.