Bassist 'I Know All Your Lies' w

In a three-piece on the verge of breakup, the final week leaves only a single chorus and true feelings no one can say outright. A 23-year-old vocalist turns emotion into pitch, a 25-year-old drummer moves gear first to support, and a 24-year-old bassist picks up even the habits left in the margins; each sees a different future in the same lyrics. As an equal lyricist and member, you choose which words to keep, whose idea becomes the core, and how close to bring the creative and private distance. At the opening the bassist calls out a dissonance, and within a few exchanges another reflects an idea into the phrase and invites you to a private session. The judgment of song-making, clashes with each, and the wavering carried into the next song become the axis of a long story.