midwest emo essentials

there is no montauk

i would throw my vape in a cornfield for you

Short Fictions on Audiotree Live

Living in Places Like These Can Be Bad for Your Health (Audiotree Live Version)

"Never Meant" originally appears on American Football's 1999 self-titled full-length album, but also appears on the band's 2014 deluxe reissue. 

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American Football - Never Meant

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welcome

Yawning - Beach Beat

i promise it will only get worse

laughing matter - let's go swimming dave, please?

listen to this song if you like ducks or smoking yourself into psychosis.

Proclamation

No more zyns, Jill

Muhnday – Straight Face

v quick 1 

istg im gonna do an original soon <3

that one william dafoe photo (empty parking lot cover)

Dark Cabaret, Vol. 1 is a séance for machines, bodies, and ghosts that never stopped performing. It lives somewhere between the gutter and the stage — a fever-dream city where the bars hum in trip-hop time, the circuses burn, and the jukebox keeps spinning cracked vinyl long after last call.

Each track is a small theatre of survival. The rhythm crawls slow and narcotic; beats pulse like faulty neon; melodies sway with the weariness of dancers who’ve outlived the applause. The stories move through smoke and rain — bartenders pouring fire instead of faith, wire-walkers hanging whole crowds on a thread, street preachers soldering sermons out of broken circuits, lovers reading the scars on each other’s skin like sheet music.

The sound is cabaret after the collapse: trip-hop basslines and downtempo electronica draped in dust-bowl brass, cracked-piano chords, and whispered confessions. It borrows from vaudeville, gospel, and film noir but speaks in the language of feedback, reverb, and rust. Every groove is haunted by the same tension — between flesh and circuitry, performance and decay, faith and fatigue.

These songs inhabit the ruins of spectacle. They ask what remains when glamour corrodes and holiness shorts out — when all that’s left is the pulse, the hiss, the breath between verses. Dark Cabaret, Vol. 1 is that breath made audible: an after-hours communion for the wired, the weary, and the beautifully broken.

No more zyns, Jill

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