RIVERMOUTH
Sings like a folk singer over house drums and refuses to pick a side
8 tracks
vex, on TAUGHT MYSELF AT THIRTYRIVERMOUTH just did everything it wanted to. Then it kept fucking going. This damn thing died right around two minutes, but somebody hit the gas anyway. Must've been some crucial bullshit to add. "Everything I'm frightened of, I'm frightened of on time." Hell yeah, you are. You're late as shit.
