Drugstore Stabbing Westward - 1998
Listen to Drugstore on TIDAL
It’s rare the introduction to a song can make you see things. When that banshee wail of whatever the fuck that noise is kicks in, all I can see is the most devastating crime scene in my head soaked in blood and only been shown in strobe light effects to the backdrop of that scream. And everything fades to black again as the tension keeps building. A warped and bass is penetrating the body and setting off the heart to mistimed beat. Bass drum kicking in like a Tyson blow to the dome. Just brutality in sonic form.Â
You are the poison. The debilitating partner who won’t leave. Nothing is better than watching me fail. It gives you pleasure to see. The fucking passenger who won’t ever leave. Always on the back. Deadly words feeding my own disease to make me spiral harder. How can everything be justified by you? Screamed in defiance. To who? And for what reason? Why deny the morbid pleasure of feeling that decay rotting everything from the inside out. Poisoning every relationship past, present and future. Where memories are broken and dreams are tainted before they get a chance to breathe.Â
Rage in the music subsiding to a tense shrill as that fucking offbeat warped bass fucks with the insides one more time. I’m so tired of living for your touch. I’m so tired of needing you so much. Are we always destined to do this dance? Forever and ever until one of us pulls the trigger and makes a hasty exit? Is this catharsis or mindless self indulgence? Does it matter?
