looking good was always in the question. he'd take a compliment from anyone or anything at all. he was ignorant of any self-possession, it had never been enacted once or twice before. you had to tell him not to breath through his teeth. you had to tell him that his stare was unbecoming. And through it all you would never have enough. Even as he could never stop it coming. there aint no reason for it- no reason for his head at all. Looking good was always in the question. He'd take a compliment from anyone or anything at all. He was ignorant of any self-possession, it had never been enacted once or twice before. You had to tell him not to breathe through his teeth. you had to tell him that his stare was unbecoming. And through it all you would never have enough. Even as he could never stop it coming. i used to think that it was only an assumption that he would sell it if his back was up against the wall. but when i mentioned that the clientele was coming, he would move from ATM into the bathroom stall. Stuffing tips into the pockets of the valets. They were overjoyed to finally get their dollars worth. and as it was i just had to sit and wonder. Not even if you were the last piece of ass on earth.
credits
from cupcake ep,
released January 1, 2010
Guitar, yoga mat, exercise ball, wooden dowels, table top, drum programming, vocals- Aaron Lazar.
Screeches- Derek Archer.
Guitar- Joel Hamilton
Reissue of the snarling, nasty 2013 album by Housewives is full of feral post-punk, the kind with sharp edges and sneering vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 23, 2017