This is a song about Sunday mornings and sunshine,
Coffee and cigarettes to pass away the time,
Bland eggs and podcasts on the banal and sublime,
Uninspired lyrics reflect a frame of mind.
This is a song about you and I,
Stuck together and tied with twine.
I think you're perfect but you've
Picked up my warning signs
Despite the fact that I can still call you mine.
Light drifts in between the blinds
But it's quiet in the night time.
Light drifts in between the blinds.
It's so quiet in the night time.
This is a song about candy and butterflies.
A flower blooms before my very eyes.
Playing hopscotch on the street under bright blue skies,
A technicolor sunset before the day dies.
Light drifts in between the blinds
But it's quiet in the night time.
Light drifts in between the blinds.
It's so quiet in the night time.
Noise pop at its finest from this rambunctious Melbourne group that thrives on louder-than-loud guitars and belted-out vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
The Atlanta trio find an appealing balance between their trademark razor sharp wiry riffage and freewheeling groove. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 9, 2024