When you sink your teeth into a !!! song, youâre feeling the blood drizzle down your chin, onto the ground and your shirt. Youâre chomping into a kicking and alive quarter, a juicy bit of moving parts, of electrified darkness. Youâre ushered into a mysterious room where you can only vaguely recognize certain things. They all start speaking to you, moving their mouths – the paintings on the wall and the floor coverings even try to talk – and you feel as if youâve been thrown into something hazed out and illicit.
Youâre crashing that exclusive dance party that brings you face-to-face with all of your alter egos, as well as those of anyone else there with you. They all meet and they do a freaky, drunken grope – joining in on the choruses, at the tops of their lungs. Theyâre thinking about all the sweaty skin thatâs in the place at that moment and theyâre intoxicated by it. They understand and theyâre okay with the knowledge that things are going to get weird and there will be fallout with the risen sun.
Lead singer Nic Offer sings, âItâs told that she was better off at the bottom of a river than in a bed with him/He said, âUntil you try both, you wonât know what you like better. Why donât we go for a swim?ââ Weâre tossed into their cold, murky waters. Our thrashing feels like the dancing they would like us to do.