Keep it wild then make it hurt/Yeah we have scars, yeah we have bones/This is how it’s always gone/And this is how it’s going to go
from Lampshades on Fire lyrics by Modest Mouse
A seven-year itch since Brock’s shook his frenetic self onto wax, we see the live wire still white heat charged, wasting no choppy riff to chastise the human race for its ability to repeat its tired stupid self, rape every glory, soil every piece of land and party like it’s 1999 in search of the same.
