Withered Hand Faces A New Dawn With Acute Ennui

This is the sort of thing that college radio deejays play over and over with headphones, crying. Every single line is a fine distillation of young adult angst. The guitar strum is essentially Velvet Underground on uppers in a mall, and the abrupt, cold ending is as appropriate as it is cruel. Five ponderous strokes of the ironic mustachio, a clove cigarette, and a torn vintage Smiths “Meat Is Murder” shirt. That all made sense to me. And that’s kind of scary.

Withered Hand
“New Dawn” (download mp3)
from “Good News”
(Absolutely Kosher)
“Withered Hand” (play)
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