Manhattan rats are all dressed up and looking pretty as they stumble back and forth between their ivory slums and petty cash machines. Pasty trust fund babies swim in pools of perfume they'll get so high on the fumes they will fly to their tombs. And who's to say it won't get easier for us so far beneath them? And let's suppose that they should fall from the sky moments shy of heaven would that defeat them? Everybody's talkin' 'bout the new sound funny money fuels the underground where beat-up coats compete for seats with faithless thieves and fancy folk. Taste-making hearts breaking who's got horror stories about the drugs they're taking no faking prizes to the souls past saving! The line extends for miles and miles. Cheap quips collect in tidy piles. Can't see the stars from where we stand. Can't see the clothing for the brand. Status hounds with mouths of foam will lead the squatters to their thrones and we'll sing: We hate the rich oh how our extremities twitch and sizzle what joy is ours when their shallow exploits pop and fizzle. We hate the rich but we might get rich maybe hate will make us rich.
Roommate began as a Kent Lambert solo project in NYC in 2000 and has been an ever-mutating Chicago band since 2004. The
band's 2015 album MAKE LIKE was described by [sic] magazine's Tim Clarke as "astute, economical, meticulously performed and produced, and deeply affecting, both lyrically and musically."...more