Potential seen in simple strides
Worth defined by what’s acquired
Comb over a beaten thought
All in a crowd, a like desire
The blonde haired provides the life
That the brown haired will keep in line
An innocent hope is a harmful crime
And a selfish need unsatisfied
It’s a murder scene
Of all things
No apology will come
And it will never be good
Right hand placed over the eyes
Feet forward and walking blind
Granted opportunity
For acts of disparaging
It’s a murder scene
Of all things
No apology will come
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The title track pulled me into Slow Crush's orbit, but Tremble held me there - alongside Lull from the Hush LP and the whole of Seasurfer's Dive In, it can send me into an altered state of consciousness. The album vibrates with hints and nudges, from Slowdive twangs to a Corgan-esque chord shift, but Slow Crush are their own sound - thick, dark melodic, etherealistic soundscapes with Isa Holliday's vocals both binding the music and rising above it. One of the best bands in years. sentientpoet