Crack in the Road

I can’t reiterate enough my love for Silence Dogood.

Aptly described by another website as “the best, worst-sounding band”, their sense of disillusion (“We’re resurrected every weekend morning, peeled off our couches like so much dead skin“) is cutting, meaningful yet heartily soaked with tongue in cheek wit. With a dozen or so tracks now to their name, it’s surely only a matter of time before the right piece of coverage clicks and they are propelled to ‘internet stardom’, but until then, let’s rejoice in some of the finest lyrics from your favourite new band.

Your shriveled skin is rubbing raw and bloody
I’m more awake when I’m asleep these days

All my friends are interactive e-ghosts
But I still read their tweets anyway