‘TSINA’ has an unsettling start, it feels off kilter and slightly disorientating. Then things fall into place as guitars drench the song in warm and fuzzy distortion. There’s a really nice blend of styles going on in Bollard’s music. Part, jangly rock, part post-rock and post-punk deconstruction and the verve and carefree noise of 90s rock pioneered by bands like Swervedriver and Sonic Youth.
The song follows their 2018 LP Trawlers and is set to appear on a new forthcoming EP.
Gathered round the soft light of the screen,
Talk until words such as these,
Leave no mark on the places they have gone,
In the darkness there remains a light on,
In a downtown apartment, in the coolest of scenes, where each morning they tell you what they saw in their dreams.
And all around you thoughts are endless, just as you speak they leave. Til it all just crumbles away
I’ll tell you something – they don’t know what it’s like. Come to think nor do I!
I answer your strange fascination for where the virtue goes with a smile for I don’t know.
Our desires they are twisted and they unwind in the breeze. It’s all just plastic you can shape it as you please.
Whenever I come round and no-ones there,
I wonder ‘why did evan dando cut his hair’?
In a downtown apartment, in the coolest of scenes, where each day is a reminder of what you could have been.
And it hangs around your neck, and in the doorways and in the things they just won’t say.
I’ll tell you something – they don’t know what it’s like. Come to think nor do I!
I answer your strange fascination for where the virtue goes with a smile for I don’t know.
And I’m looking out the curtain as I star across, they’ll never know. From the garden I peer into their vacant home.
A crowd is gathering up this road. It is nothing, it is nothing, it is just and empty sack of blood and bones.
