I think I know you’re gonna leave me all alone
I think I’ll go and eat myself right to the bone
you told me there’s an expiration my friend
But there can be no expiration if you and I are dead
My creature features will curdle your blood
But my persuasive eyes might make you fall in love
I’ll take you down, back down into the mud
The harvest has begun
Woozy psych-surf from Jerusalem, The Turbans combine snakelike guitar lines with jittery percussion and pinwheel-eyed melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 25, 2018