Bobby Ubangi looked death in the eye for months. He was supposed to die in a timetable of six…he lasted nine. Somewhere in there, he recorded his last full length. It’s a cunning work, especially considering the circumstances. Even though death was forming for Ubangi, he never let its imminent approach eat away what he wanted to get done. That’s admirable and inspirational. After eleven straight dirty lo-fi gems, including my favorite “Another Girl Like You,” there’s “Sinking,” an introspective of what’s nearing. Here are the words:

Sinking.
Everybody knows that I’ve been sinking.
Everybody knows that I’ve been sinking.
Nobody can turn me down.

Sinking.
Everybody knows what I’ve been thinking.
Everybody knows what I’ve been thinking.
Everything’s been bringing me down.

Standing out and S.O.S is my last sign of distress.
Maybe there’s somebody near who can save me from this mess.

Sinking.
Everybody knows that I’ve been sinking.
Everybody knows that I’ve been sinking.
Everybody’s watching me drown.
Everybody’s watching me drown.
Everybody’s watching me drown.