When we last met Maloney he'd begun a decline
Moved his family west to the jersey state line
He was down on his luck
He was holed up in tenements
He was hiding in Harlem
And falling like elephants
Maloney grew bored of the pity & fuss
Bought up a seat on the coast city bus
Straight down the boardwalk, like a slug from a gun
He bet all he had on '31
He was haggard & jaded, he was handsome and free
He took a lover from down by the sea
He wasted no time rebuilding his premises
For old habits die hard and so can a nemesis
Maloney read Genesis but Numbers was favoured
He played the percentages, he schemed and he laboured
His lover gave birth to a son he named Atticus
An heir to the empire, a sword and an abacus
Maloney grew wealthy, Maloney filled vaults
Maloney grew fat again, skimming the schmaltz
Maloney grew weary, Maloney grew reticent
Maloney's thoughts turned to his last will and testament
Maloney grew bloated, Maloney grew thin
Maloney grew cracked like an old violin
Maloney grew grey and Maloney passed over
Maloney's heart danced one last bossa nova
With their blend of playfulness and graduate-level instrumentation, Dorcha deftly prove that improvisational zeal and conservatory-level precision aren't mutually exclusive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 16, 2020
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Filthiest Sludge record I've ever been deafened by!! Riffs are disgustingly heavy, the pounding of the drums is ferocious, the bass is gnarly as shit, & the vocals are pure evil!! ALL HAIL DOPETHRONE🤘 TheMetalheadGuy