Little talks toward a fiery breeze
Your colors gleam in a darkened sea
With past scales to weigh a heavy mind
And resting hands to fear the loving kind
Our bleeding trees stand with leather roots
And we chance ourselves for what ensues
But these broken limbs have been traced
Sparrows feed from the tongues we’ve placed
Yellow pedals follow simple rhyme
Watch as freckles surface in time
So grace me hands and teeth behind
And clocks will paint most perfect divides
Recorded on the Grecian isle of Hydra, this is blissed-out psych pop with stacked falsetto harmonies and luscious arrangements. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2023
Two dozen 12-string acoustic improvisations that feel undeniably haunting, like lost transmissions from ancient Appalachia, rediscovered. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 17, 2022