"Lost another chapter of our lives / Read a couple pages made my mind / Wonder if the fool game was a bet / Roses in the back were hanging dead..."
The hyper kinetic beauty and pervasive cool of "dead flowers" by Austin- Texas based bs (formerly known as brother sports) is the kind of curated sound that feels improvisational, as if naturally oozing out of the thousands of secret loft shows or sprung up late night indie shows in industrial parks borrowing some 'public' electricity. Shows I used to go to when I was more young and daring. The thumping nature, the throttling bass, the glitch electronica, the organic drum kit that had to have synth pads too, the jagged mids of the guitar and the kind of tubular vocal sounds is all tell tale signs. I am loving the sound that feels like it stems from the early aughts and in fact "dead flowers" has the LA tropical punk feel of Abe Vigoda and feels perfectly adjacent to The Drums, to Kenny Hoopla, Wild Nothing and Surf Curse when they felt like a feral indie beacon at The Smell.
LYRICS to enjoy
Lost another chapter of our lives
Read a couple pages made my mind
Wonder if the fool game was a bet
Roses in the back were hanging dead
Looking all around you, wait a sec
Never took it back.. and now we’re in done
I dont wanna be that way
I dont wanna be that way
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
I don’t wanna look inside your eyes
I don’t wannna explain my tired heart
Looking all around and I’m alone
Waited for a call and now I’m numb
Everyone closes Their eyes once
No one ever comes back from the dark
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna know
You just self prescribed!!!
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
Read a couple pages made my mind
Wonder if the fool game was a bet
Roses in the back were hanging dead
Looking all around you, wait a sec
Never took it back.. and now we’re in done
I dont wanna be that way
I dont wanna be that way
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
I don’t wanna look inside your eyes
I don’t wannna explain my tired heart
Looking all around and I’m alone
Waited for a call and now I’m numb
Everyone closes Their eyes once
No one ever comes back from the dark
I don’t wanna feel
I don’t wanna know
You just self prescribed!!!
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
Would you believe me
It wasn’t easy
Would you let me in
Would you let me in
In the end, bs here, feels on the outskirts, on the fringes, of when punk / indie rock / power pop crossbred with club and skate culture, fuck yeah. bs is comprised of Ishaq Fahim, Anthony Santa Maria, Robert Vela and Marcus Siegel.
-Robb Donker Curtius
The Chicken Wheel will take you to the AP Go Fund Me- and any amount is so appreciated!
https://www.facebook.com/brothersportsband
fka brother sports
Ishaq Fahim
Anthony Santa Maria
Robert Vela
Marcus Siegel
The Chicken Wheel will take you to the AP Go Fund Me- and any amount is so appreciated!
THE FACTS AS WE KNOW THEM
fka brother sports
Ishaq Fahim
Anthony Santa Maria
Robert Vela
Marcus Siegel
bs, formerly know as brother sports, indie rock, skater punk, alt rock, garage rock, lo-fi, hybrid indie, early aughts sound, pure indie sound, Austin Texas, new cool track "dead flowers", Surf Curse, The Drums, Abe Vigoda,



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