Mere Mortals

"With grittier pop substance that I believe has the capacity to dissolve a nail...Foree’s synthy-shiny electro-pop has evolved from digital confection to gleeful corrosion." -Impose Magazine


"Bass that batters your pelvic floor, a groove that eats into the soles of your feet like walking on electrified water, and vamped vocals that wooze along with forlorn despair, all the while with some of the best synth I’ve heard for some time..."- Sonic Masala


"It is a party, & a revolution, & one Saturday night spent shopping for blood...a product of its time, which is now, but somewhere else."-20 Jazz Funk Greats

Fantasy Boys

jesus christ i feel the same as every lame girl in this bar she thinks shes a superstar sparkly skirt and pink sunglasses freckly faces freckly asses surrounding me im feeling sickened shoot me high and get me spinning hopefully i'll tolerate this wanna get drunk and go home forget that this ever happened bartender hand me a napkin so that i can wipe my mouth vanity im heading south where all the weathers nice and humid meet a nice boy at the club settle down and start a nightmare

i am the source of your fantasy boys look at me not care look at me not care

jesus christ i feel ashamed like every lame girl in this world help me out and keep me human oh bartender please keep em coming cant get high i cant get low so nauseated by the boring little scene that ive created i'd rather be home masturbating to the television dreamboats are they vain and selfish too maybe theyre disinterested im interesting just like you sick of all the pretty girls who forgot all the pretty words the pretty lips the pretty curls of vanity pretty absurd