In the dead of night as the full moon glows
All the surfers race to the beach in throes
Grab their boards and get ready for the coming beast
Like a mountain of liquid death
With a tiki pendant around the neck
Paddles out into the fury catching much respect
There it builds, here it comes, frothing at the mouth
North Shore, scream gore like Chuck
Rise onto thy feet
Too late to retreat
Jaw now opens wide
Swallowed whole inside
Deafening thunder, sucked in and spit
Projectile of flesh quickly losing all shit
Mano circle and race trailing flames
Almost get buss’ up by da kapu ride
Fluid embers, scorching steam
Schizzo surf, molten cube to gleam
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020