I've never walked on these ashen clouds
But someone's hung up the moon above us
My brother's driving with a smile on his face
You nearly wrap your arms around me
Can we meet up when we're both much older?
When I've realised that we have no fate
You'll still look good no doubt
I'll tell you my sorrow
How Norman seemed to change
How I've wasted all my days
Wish you'd never gone away
To New York City
I fall asleep in these Russian garments
Fyodor has left me here for sleeping
I'm not his double nor is he my keeper
We share a bed
Neither of us really rest
I picture you in your Brooklyn bedroom
Or stashed in Queens with your poetry
Manhattan's eye is your private seer
The Atlantic is your sea
I'm but shingle on an English Beach
Wishing you'd never gone away
To New York City
Dreamy indie rock a la Duster/Sparklehorse with interesting with dynamic shifts and subtle hooks to keep things moving along. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024
Miranda Winters of Melkbelly assembled an all-female band for this solo LP of alt-rock rippers chronicling youth decay and adult complexity. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2024
Four speaker-melting singles from New York's premiere "live techno" outfit, descended from vintage synthwave, deep house, and dance punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024
Off-kilter Portland indie rockers make an unexpected return with a tight three-track EP, their first new release in 12 years. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 18, 2024