Let’s make love with the radio on
We’ll drown ourselves in the transmission static
Force our tongues to silence the breath
Of the love we face in our nightmares
You speak falsely now
And this December boy just wants his September girl
She’s not just another face in the sun, he’s in love
The black of her hair and the brown of her eyes
Mean the angles are flying
And this December boy’s in love with his September girl
This December boy’s in love with his September girl
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022