O chão que eu piso é vermelho
É vermelho como a brasa
A brasa que queima meu corpo
Meu corpo que voa sem asas
Sem asas em terra selvagem
Selvagem como bicho solto
Solto em caminhos tortos
Entorto os passos no chão
The incandescently electrifying slow burn monster that is Waylay is worth the price of this album alone. All the tracks are superb, but Waylay is just transcendent. Stuart
A compilation of rollicking cuts from this Australian post-punk band that plays like a hybrid of the Velvets and the Stooges. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2017
ritual levitational musicks. staggered into the midst of a live show some years back and got drunkenly eyeboggled by the silver pie faces. caught up with the music later. rips. eldudowski