Nós ouvimos a primeira música de um At the Drive-In meio-reunido (até onde sabíamos, o ex-guitarrista/vocalista Jim Ward estava lançando EPs acústicos solo, já que membros da sua banda Sparta estavam de volta ao ATDI) em dezembro, e apesar de "Governed by Contagions" ter sido um aperitivo razoável, o novo single da banda, "Incurably Innocent" tira seu gosto completamente. Ele dispara, possuindo o trabalho de guitarra staccato e dissonante pelo qual a banda é conhecida, junto com os vocais recém-revigorado de Cedric Bixler-Zavala.

A faixa anuncia oficialmente o álbum de retorno da banda, o bizarramente pontuado  _in &#x2022; ter a &#x2022; li &#x2022; a_. Em latim, significa "entre outras coisas", de acordo com o release da faixa. O disco sairá no dia 5 de maio, e pra se preparar pra isso (e pra literalmente qualquer outra coisa na sua vida), ouça "Incurably Innocent" abaixo:

in•ter a•li•a available now!
Order the album: https://riserecords.lnk.to/ATDI

Pray that your family
never forgets
the arousal from a corpse
that fuels your taste
blonde to the shoulders
blind to the pill
He found solace in the act of infection 
a blank tape 
that couldn't remember 
but you can never erase the hurt 
out in the dial toned distance 
someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph 
Of the moment that you needed to 
Emasculate his 
Photograph
Locked up in the trance 
Of a memory 
Photograph 
Of the moment that you needed to 
Emasculate his 
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance 
Of a memory 
Marching to the coffins 
On franklin avenue                                        

preyed on the anguish
you better run
always dragging a finger
across his throat
mannix the fixer 
to sage the ghosts 
and the faith that awarded 
his every move 
blank tape 
that couldn't remember 
but you can never erase the hurt
out in the dial toned distance 
someone heard

He keeps a hiding your photograph 
Of the moment that you needed to 
Emasculate his 
Photograph
Locked up in the trance 
Of a memory 
Photograph 
Of the moment that you needed to 
Emasculate his 
Photograph
But you locked up in the trance 
Of a memory 
Marching to the coffins 
On franklin avenue                                        

just float the needles
when the rum fits a tremor at hand 
and he can’t seem to find
his direction home 

In a closet she hid 
in eternities sleep 
with the fear of God at the end of his whip

Directors - Damon Locks and Rob Shaw
Images - Damon Locks
Animation - Rob Shaw

This track is from the forthcoming full length album produced by ORL and Rich Costey.

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O At the Drive-In realmente voltou, ouça "Incurably Innocent"