Every couple of days he would wake up with the memory of Joyce’s hand in his, his palm itching in its absence, the ache of her loss present even after his bruises and broken bones and wounds healed. ![]() It had been the last time they’d been together before the mall, before he’d found El screaming, covered in blood, before they’d all gotten together to fight that monster, before he’d been taken by the Russians. That first time, in the ride, their backs flat against the wall and their shoulders inches apart, she had reached for him. He’d grabbed her hand and run, frantically searching for a safe way out and back to the car, but that had been different - full of fear, anxiety, overwhelming concern for Murray, for the woman he loved, for their children. He’d held her hand again, moments later, when he’d spotted the first assassin headed towards them. He felt the pads of soft fingertips crawl down his forearm, desperately grasping for purchase, her fingers sliding in between his, their palms connecting as electricity crackled through his body. Over eleven expertly crafted pop songs, produced once again by MJ from Hookworms, Martha returns with their second album, Blisters In The Pit Of My Heart, explores the difficulties in staying political, passionate and punk. ![]() ![]() He thought about all of the nights he’d woken up in the last year, feeling the ghost of Joyce’s hand clasping his in the carnival ride on the night Alexei was killed. The British pop-punk band writes songs from the perspective of social misfits, while remaining devoted to providing a voice for anyone whos felt like an outsider.
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