On the plains of Oaxaca
We crushed the Federales
And we had ourselves a time
On the train to Osaka
We rode on a bullet
and we stopped on a dime
'n' i won't cry when i marry bury you
you know we're running out and all over the world
sending messages to all them kids
Sowing seeds of revolution
The Chicago indie-rock trio deliver an album for remembering the revitalizing feeling of inhaling fresh air—the aural equivalent of a gleam of hope Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 20, 2020