Father, I cannot recall
The war
I know if I could I’d have a lot to be sorry for
I know well and good that good goes first
A life of crime keeps me living out the family curse
It feels so real sometimes
I forget who I’m talking to, who am I kidding,
You always lie
Six sisters sleep in separate rooms
In a monastery overlooking years and years of catholic rule
Pray to a god they thought they knew
And when he doesn’t answer they get more suspicious too
Yeah I got fooled this time
They’ll all get what they’re do as soon as it’s my turn to lie
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